The idea of reviewing Neil Gaiman's American Gods was even more intimidating than usual. Why? Because I just loved this book so damn much! You know how every once in a while a book just totally captures you, takes you away, won't let you go even once you've finished reading it. Beyond just your normal fantastic book. The first book that ever did this to me was The Stand by Stephen King, and that book has remained my favorite for nearly 30 years. Had I not been in love with that book for almost 3/4 of my life, I feel certain that American Gods would be my all-time favorite book. Oh yes, it is that good.
I can't really begin to explain what this book is about...believe me, I tried to explain it to Rich. (And though my explanation made next to no sense, I did at least convince him that he really needs to read it.) Anyway, that's okay, because I think nearly everyone else has already read it.
So what was it about this book that made it so phenomenal? First of all, I think that Neil Gaiman has to be the quintessential storyteller. The story was so brilliant, so unique, so enthralling. And he told it with such flare...it was humorous, it was touching, it was clever beyond words. And yes, I admit it, I was caught off guard by an occasional twist or turn.
And I loved all the stories within the story.
And finally, the characters were so authentic. I honestly can't remember the last time I've felt drawn to a character like I was to Shadow. He was so human, so imperfect, and yet so ultimately good. And the gods, sheesh...how could you not be captivated by their human personifications. I must admit that Anansi was my favorite, but each one was so cleverly written.
So, can you tell I liked this one?


And that finishes up the 2nds Reading Challenge (thanks Joy!) and knocks another one off my Book Awards list.






