American Gods by Neil Gaiman
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Shadow's life is going downhill fast. In fact, he might as well be on a small bus just cresting iconic Lombard Street in San Francisco; you know the one, it looks like a sidewinder made out of concrete. And his brakes? They don't work so good.
Add in some old-time religion, a travelogue of camp, and a poignant undead love story. Pepper with violence and braise until tender. Mmmm, mythopoeic goodness.
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