I actually decided to go back to American Gods and give it a second chance, and I'm really glad I did. Somewhere around page 137 Gaiman found the same kind of poetic rhythm that Sandman had. In a way, his writing reminds me of Stephen King (one of my fav'rit authors), in the sense that King also takes about 100-150 pages to find his groove before his tales really begin to flow. I'm almost done with American Gods and, like Chewy, will prolly pick up Anansi Boys.

While I wait for that to come out though, I'm gonna re-read King's Bag of Bones - haven't read it in years. Bones, IMO, is King's best book to date - it is King's usual horror genre, but with a twist. I personally think that its a love story at heart. Excellent read.


Dear, sweet Harley Kwink...I'm madly in love with you. Marry me! We can go to Canadia. Or Boston or something. It'll be grand...You know the cookies are a given. They are ALWAYS a given. You could dump me tomorrow and you'd still get the cookies. Boston..shit, wherever dyke weddings were legalized. And where better to rub their little piggie noses in how bad they suck than right on their doorstep? What are they gonna do? Be jealous of you? Stare furiously at your tah-tahs? Not willingly give you cookies, but instead begrudgingly give you their cookies? Woman, time to wake up to the powers you wield - Uschi