Once again, Gaiman has taken a well-versed cultural icon and twisted it around just so, to make something beautiful, and new, and what I now find indispensable. Luckily for him and us, he always riffs off of works that are far beyond copyright law. The Graveyard Book is what Rudyard Kipling would have written if he were born in a funeral home instead of Bombay. A young boy wanders into a cemetery, avoiding the death that the mysterious man Jack delivered to the rest of his family. Instead of wolves, ghosts raise little Nobody Owens. Instead of Baloo the bear, Silas the vampire mentors him. You get the idea.