The Ocean at the End of the Lane (Review)

It took me a bit to get into this book. Maybe it was the frame story – the narrator looking back on his childhood from adulthood – but I just didn’t love it right from the beginning. Once it got into the main story, though, the story of the man’s childhood, I felt like Gaiman really came into his own.

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American Gods (Review)

I cannot believe that I waited so long to read a Gaiman book.

Seriously.

Back when I finished reading American Gods and posted on Twitter about that fact, I got a barrage of messages from people – both “real life” friends and online acquaintances – who were basically in shock that I’d never done so. And I have to say, I kind of understand why.

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