Not surprisingly, I loved the book more than the movie. Coraline is a wonderfully brave girl who goes forward when she’s scared and not just her parents but three other captured children. The creepy fantasy is just the right amount of magic, lurking childhood fears, and courage. Other than the creepy subject matter, which is no worse than anything you’d read in the original Brothers Grimm fairy tales, there’s nothing objectionable in this book. I think the thing I love most is how Gaiman captures childhood. Coraline faces what scares her by reminding herself she’s an explorer. I often did similar things as a kid.