It’s been so long since I read this and I really want to again. This was my first taste of Gaiman, who served as the perfect foil to Pratchett who at the time I was entirely too enamoured with. I can’t believe it took me almost 2 years to read more Gaiman and almost as long to get a little bored of Pratchett (After 2869 books he’s beginning to wear me down, I haven’t read his last like…5 novels, because to be honest they just appeared out of nowhere; I thought I’d leave one for a month or so, maybe wait till it was in paperback or something, and the next thing I knew he’d written 90876 more.)

Anyway, wonderfully tongue-in-cheek, funny and just…intriguing. Good stuff, I thought- my first foray into anything quite like this (and led me onto Robert Rankin and all the strange quirks that lie therein. Dance of the Voodoo handbag indeed.)

Anyway, give it a go- if you don’t like it you can always put it down :P