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.
First of all, who can beat the premise of the story? A kid growing up in a graveyard? That’s just plain awesome. And the way that Gaiman tells it, Bod seems to be having just as good – if not better – of an upbringing as any other child.
I liked the way that Gaiman found a way to make the story a little bit creepy without going too over-the-top for young readers. I found myself just as involved in the narrator’s head as I had been in more complex books, and I wanted everything to work out for Coraline.
I cannot believe that I waited so long to read a Gaiman book.
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.