‘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 his release from prison, Shadow’s wife, Laura, dies in a mysterious car crash (not that mysterious at all). Numbly, he makes his way back home. In the plane, he encounters the enigmatic Mr Wednesday, who claims to be a refugee from a distant war (a VERY distant war), a former god and the king of America.
Together they embark on a profoundly strange journey across the heart of the USA, whilst all around them a storm of preternatural and epic proportions threatens to break.
Scary (nah), gripping (meh) and deeply unsettling, American Gods takes a long, hard look into the soul of America. You’ll be surprised by what – and who – it finds there...
Not really entirely sure what just happened... but I’ve just finished this book... and it feels... good?
I sort of just stumbled through this book. The events in the book seem to be on random and out of the blue which made it difficult to follow and believe.
This book had so much promise and I heard so many good things but unfortunately I don’t see the appeal. I’ll probably give the new TV series a go and see whether that helps at all.