The Graveyard Book Trailer Narrated by Neil Gaiman

Nobody Owens is an unusual boy. He was raised in a graveyard by ghosts and has learned the secrets they keep, like the ability to fade and dream walk. And he'll need all of those skills to face what is waiting for him on the outside. This book trailer, narrated by Neil Gaiman with illustrations from the book by Dave McKean, will give you a taste of Gaiman's new novel, The Graveyard Book, available in stores now.

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[destinyhopefan112]

I WISH NOBODY HUGGED SILAS!

[iahnie24]

I don't know about you, but while reading the book I imagined it as a movie by Tim Burton or Henry Selick. I can't think of any other director for it.

[boxdynomite3]

The Tim Burton idea to me might seem strange because i would like to see how this book can be portrayed in a real way that doesn't look fake

[PrincessFitzherbert2]

LOLZ, all i remember from this book is

"now slip, now slide, now move unseen,

above, beneath, betwixt, between."

[DasMusikLiebeIch]

this movie should be a work from Tim Burton. I think that this book has the essence that Burton has in his films

[NinjaFishTV1]

@Badgaldinger nice poem bro

[Badgaldinger]

But a truce to this strain; for my soul it is sad,

To think that a heart in humanity clad

Should make, like the brute, such a desolate end,

And depart from the light without leaving a friend.

Rattle his bones over the stones! He's only a pauper, whom nobody owns!

[Badgaldinger]

You bumpkins! who stare at your brother conveyed--

Behold what respect to a cloddy is paid!

And be grateful to think, when by death you're laid low,

You've a chance to the grave like a genman to go!

Rattle his bones over the stones! He's only a pauper, whom nobody owns!

[Badgaldinger]

Poor pauper defunct! he has made some approach

To gentility, now that he's stretched in a coach!

He is taking a drive in his carriage at last!

But it will not be long, if he goes on so fast:

Rattle his bones over the stones! He's only a pauper, whom nobody owns!

[Badgaldinger]

What a jolting, and creaking, and splashing, and din!

The whip, how it cracks! and the wheels, how they spin!

How the dirt, right and left, o'er the hedges it hurls,

The pauper at length, makes a noise in the world.

Rattle his bones over the stones! He's only a pauper, whom nobody owns!

[Badgaldinger]

Oh where are the mourners? Alas! There are none,

He has left not a gap in the world, now he's gone,--

Not a tear in the eye of child, woman, or man;

To the grave with his carcass as fast as you can:

Rattle his bones over the stones! He's only a pauper, whom nobody owns!