Something I want to do with this blog is post reviews of things I haven’t finished yet, whether it be a book or a TV show I’m marathoning. There’s something interesting in first impressions, when you haven’t gotten a chance to put together all the pieces and figure out what’s important and what’s just filler. Today’s post is on the first five chapters of Neil Gaiman’s American Gods.
With that said, I’m going to let you all in on my dirty little secret: I’m not very well-read.
I have this list of great, classic books that I want to read, and every summer, I tell myself I’m going to get through it. It never happens. Most of the time, when I read a book, it comes from the teen section of Barnes and Noble and is all about characters’ first loves (and before you ask, yes, I have read every book in the Twilight and Fifty Shades series. No, I am not a fan of either).
But there are tons of authors I want to fall in love with, and Neil Gaiman is one of them. Besides American Gods, which I’m making my way through now, I’ve never read any of his books (which is also a damaging blow to my nerd cred, I know), though I follow him on Twitter and cried over his Doctor Who episode. I even bought tickets to see him speak at the Carnegie Music Hall in Pittsburgh next month, because I’m sure that I will love him (and it gives me a deadline by which I have to read all his books).