I got this excellent book a few days ago and have absolutely loved reading it .... it's a series of cartoon stories featuring those two up there. It's beautifully done, very cleverly written, lively, silly, funny, interesting ... and has some strange features and starts with various warnings about the scientific status of the stories.
It also has 4 very useful Spanish lessons at the end... not many silly cartoon storybooks do that!
There has been some criticism of the spelling of some words in this series of books... which I think is unjustified. Usually it is just occasionally putting a "b" in place of a "v" ( eg bienbenidos) ... this is not unusual in " colloquial" writing ... it's quite frequent in Welsh for example, and French to some extent.Some of the critics seem to think it is just pure ignorance which I don't think is the case. .
Most importantly, it is very engaging .. you really get absorbed into their farcical world ... you really want to know what happens to Mog-Mog when he falls into the sludge, you get upset when nobody pronounces their names correctly despite their constant helpful hints, you marvel whilst operating the "fliperamas."
So, Spanish fans, rush out and secure your copy. I'm off to get the first one.
Right then ... that's all sorted, time for the lovely " Maniobras de Escapismo" by the Spanish answer to Bruce Springsteen, Love of Lesbian .... words tomorrow as the computer has slowed down to a sludge-like level ..
vamos a ultimar el plan de escapismo,
lo has prometido.
Si día a día hemos ido a peor,
si nunca caes de pie, ¿quién mueve los hilos?,
corta el ciclo.
Noche maga, ¿adónde fuiste?
De nada sirve ir a más velocidad
si los recuerdos te encadenan.
Y encerrado entre ti mismo,
maniobras de escapismo
se convierten en refugios o salidas
por donde escapar.
Por las ventanas sé que escaparán,
van a ser un millón, un millón,
saldrán por las calles
a asustarles.
Creo que tiemblas como un flan,
prometiste iniciar conmigo el viaje,
no me plantes.
Noche maga, ¿adónde fuiste?
De nada sirve ir a más velocidad
si los recuerdos te encadenan.
Y encerrado entre ti mismo
maniobras de escapismo ...
me diluirán.