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Neil Gaiman’s American Gods is the most enjoyable piece of fiction I have read for a long time. I read Good Omens (co-written with Terry Pratchett) many years ago, and I have occasionally read his blog, but it’s funny that it’s taken me this long to make the time to sit down and read one of his books. I guess that I’ve only got about fifteen years worth of material to catch up on now.

I think that part of the reason I like this book is the vein of Norse mythology that runs through it…but, mostly, it’s just because it’s a damn fine read.

A snippet that in no way represents the book as a whole, but which I thought was cute follows…

Still, there was a tale he had read once, long ago, as a small boy: the story of a traveller who had slipped down a cliff, with man-eating tigers above him and a lethal fall below him, who managed to stop his fall halfway down the side of the cliff, holding on for dear life. There was a clump of strawberries beside him, and certain death above him and below. What should he do? went the question.
And the reply was, Eat the strawberries.

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