Finally started reading American Gods by Neil Gaiman. I bought a copy a few years ago that I forgot about, and found that I had apparently lent it to a friend. A few months ago I picked up another copy, and it's been gathering dust on my bookshelf.

It's... interesting, to say the least. I am picking up little flecks of foretelling (like a character named "Low Key" that I can't not translate into my head as "Loki"). I've just read past, uh, a sex scene that I was not anticipating, and it made me a little shaken that lovely innocent Neil Gaiman, author of literary wonderment and imaginative children's book, could write such a thing.

So far, the beginning reminds me a little of Poppy Z. Brite's Liquor/Prime books, which I didn't totally love, but I am trying to separate the authors' works so as to enjoy this one. American Gods has been highly recommended to me by a few people, and I have high hopes for it.