#dag liveblogs charlie bone

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Rereading (and of course live blogging) the series. If you don't wanna see this but don't wanna block me, I'll tag my liveblog posts with #dag liveblogs charlie bone.

In addition to parts I have Comments about, I'll also be noting every time a character's appearance is described. So far we have Charlie and Grandma Bone.

Wait he doesn't turn 11. He TURNS 10??? He starts the series as a 9 year old??? We need a Benjamin Brown Protection Squad.

Grandma Bone description. Also, I feel like the whole "after midnight magic" angle would have been cool to explore. WHY does it work better after midnight? When does it stop being "after midnight"? ARE endowments enhanced after midnight? Etc

We need a Benjamin Brown Protection Squad.

Descriptions.

And, since I'll be going in chapters, that's all for this post.

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That's some raw honesty on Maisie's part.

Ben's life is so sad, wow.

Yewbeam aunts descriptions.

So in 10 minutes Maisie not only cooked chicken, but cooked it to the point of dryness? What kind of godly radioactive oven do they have?!

Genuinely, how did she trick him? I don't think it's trickery if she says "look at the pictures" and then he looks at the pictures.

Do we ever find out if it's actually in the family orrrr

Cause we know there's witches, shapeshifters, and power boosters in the bloodline but I don't recall hearing of any other picture travelers.

Onimous and Julia descriptions.

Honestly, if Julia wanted an excuse to be rid of the dead guy's weird shit, she could have just said so.

Inventing things: lazy

Selling things: not lazy

what

Between this and giving random inventions to Charlie, I'm starting to think Julia has an oversharing problem.

can't say I blame him tbh

why would you give him Tolly Twelve Bells. you've know him for 5 minutes and 4 of them were you telling him about your backstory unprompted. why would you trust him

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Before Charlie could think of anything to say the bookseller gave him a brief wave and then closed her door. He was alone in the shadowy street with something that had been exchanged for a baby.

Right, I left off after. that.

If they had looked behind them, they might have seen that a weasely red-haired boy badly disguised as an old man, was hiding in doorways and then creeping up on them.

Asaaaaa

His mother had bought him a sapphire blue cape, which she made him try on as soon as the spaghetti was finished. The cape reached almost to Charlie's knees. It had slits at the sides for his arms and a soft hood that hung down the back.

Also gonna be noting every description of these capes because I can never remember what they look like.

There was absolutely no sign that a party was about to take place. Benjamin's parents worked every day of the week and Saturdays as well. 

"It looks really exciting," said Benjamin, shaking the box. "Come on, let's go into the living room." No sign of a party here either.

It was getting dark but there was still no sign of Benjamin's parents. Benjamin seemed more resigned than upset. "I'll make my own cake," he said. And he did.

At half past eight, Benjamin's parents still hadn't come home, so Charlie decided to take his friend back for one of Maisie's hot meals. There was only one egg and a pint of milk left in Benjamin's fridge.

Holy shit they even completely ignored his fucking birthday. I know that Paton gives them a stern talking to but they might also need a stern visit from CPS. Was Ben a fucking accident or something

Outside the kitchen door, Charlie whispered, "Don't tell anyone about the bag, and especially not the case." "Why not?" asked Benjamin. "Because it was given to me and I feel sort of responsible," said Charlie. "I think we should keep it safe until we know more about it."

Charlie :( he is, what, ten? Eleven? He shouldn't feel responsible for Tolly Twelve Bells just because Julia dumped it on him.

A mysterious gleam had entered Paton's dark eyes.

Paton was very tall and very dark, and in his long black coat he did look rather sinister.

Paton descriptions. Very dark, huh? We need more dark skinned Paton art.

Miss Ingledew came after them to bolt and lock the door, but as Charlie and his uncle stepped into the street, Paton suddenly asked, "May I call again, Miss Ingledew?" "Of course," said Miss Ingledew, taken aback. "It's a shop. I can hardly stop you." "No." Paton smiled. "But, after dark?" Miss Ingledew looked rather alarmed. "On Fridays, I'm open until eight," she said, and closed the door.

Paton stop you're scaring the hoes