Thumbs up for Fortunately, the Milk by Neil Gaiman. Children’s fantasy.
Dear Mr Gaiman: You had me at the dinosaur professor in a hot air balloon. Multiple time travel paradoxes? I am yours forever.
“You are charged with breaking into people’s planets and redecorating them,” said a noble and imposing-looking Tyrannosaurus Rex. “And then with running away and doing it again somewhere else, over and over. You have committed crimes against the inhabitants of eighteen planets, and crimes against good taste.”
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