After three years in prison, Shadow has done his time. But as the time until his release ticks away, he can feel a storm brewing. Two days before he gets out, his wife Laura dies in a mysterious car crash, in adulterous circumstances. Dazed, Shadow travels home, only to encounter the bizarre Mr... show more
After three years in prison, Shadow has done his time. But as the time until his release ticks away, he can feel a storm brewing. Two days before he gets out, his wife Laura dies in a mysterious car crash, in adulterous circumstances. Dazed, Shadow travels home, only to encounter the bizarre Mr Wednesday claiming to be a refugee from a distant war, a former god and the king of America. Together, they embark on a very strange journey across the States, along the way solving the murders which have occurred every winter in one small American town. But the storm is about to break...Disturbing, gripping and profoundly strange, Gaiman's epic new novel sees him on the road to the heart of America. It includes extra material exclusive to "Headline Review's" edition.
Format: mass market paperback
Publish date: March 4th 2005
Publisher: Headline Review
Pages no: 656
Edition language: English
Series: American Gods (#1)
Mein erstes Date mit Neil Gaiman wollte ich ursprünglich mit „Neverwhere“ bestreiten. Jahrelang schlich ich um den populären Fantasy-Autor, der eng mit Terry Pratchett befreundet war, herum. Ich hatte Respekt vor seinem Ruf und traute mich einfach nicht, ihn kennenzulernen. Dann sahen der Lieblingsm...
I won’t say anything about the novel as everyone has covered that or they are watching the series on TV. I will tell you what I enjoyed about the novel. I enjoyed all the different stories and adventures that Shadow undertook since being released from prison. When he learned of his wife’s death, I w...
None of this can actually be happening. If it makes you more comfortable, you could simply think of it as a metaphor. Religions are, by definition, metaphors, after all: God is a dream, a hope, a woman, an ironist, a father, a city, a house of many rooms, a watchmaker who left his prize chronometer ...
‘The building stank of piss and sour beer. Shadow climbed into a taxi and told the driver to take him to the airport. He told him that there was an extra five dollars if he could do it in silence. They made it in twenty minutes and the driver never said a word.’ Is nothing sacred? Days before hi...
First, a confession. I confess that I am shamelessly in love with Neil Gaiman. If you are worried that this will sully my unbiased review of this book, worry not. In fact, this was my second read through of American Gods and, truth be told, I wasn't all that in love with it the first time I read it....