This book was a little difficult for me to read… I don’t know why, but I just wasn’t able to get into it.

So I’ve pretty much given up on it…

It was a good read ultimately… the suspense was well kept and maintained, and my only complaint was the end, which seemed a little ‘put together’ so she’d have excuse to write more stories about this group of characters…

However, the story was well written in all other respects, and enjoyable. Excellent for mid-teens, but a good read for anyone.

My brother harassed me to read The Gunslinger for two years but once I did I was hooked.

I’ve read the entire series at least once, and the first four books about six or seven times. I was satisfied with the way it ended, because it makes me want to re-read it again and again.

It’s very much like Lord of The Rings, in that each re-read allows the story to resonate at deeper levels. I’m in the process of re-reading the series at the moment. I’m just about finshed Wizard and Glass. What a joy to finally have the remaining three novels for the first time (well, sorta) to add to the re-reading process. I am looking forward to tucking into The Wolves of Calla. Now that I know how the story ends, re-reading it is phenomenal, because Stephen King maanges to maintain the story’s threads right down to the end. It’s quite stunning. Well worth it. Well, well worth it indeed. Do it! Do it twice! Do it over and over!!

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This is a compelling tale of what happens to the gods when they’re no longer loved and honoured.

In Neil Gaiman’s American Gods, Shadow, gets out of prison the day he finds out his wife died in a mysterious car crash.

In short order, as an ex-con with few options, he finds himself getting entangled with incarnations of all manner of god, goddess and magical creature. And boy do they take the piss out of him.

The story, while it doesn’t lead to a whole lot of gasping when the story twists and turns, instead creates a compelling and believeable picture of the reality of ancient gods living among the living, and weaves the magical, profane, sacred and real together in a lovely stew. Gaiman’s storytelling ability is excellent, and the tale bobs and weaves with the best of them, without losing one inch of suspense or for that matter, without suspending belief one iota.

I could not put the book down and found myself reading into the wee hours of the morning, eyes burning me with the boulders in them, determined to continue reading.

Excellent read!

So I’ve been reading this story for the last day or so, and it’s completely captured my imagination.

Although this is a novel aimed at the 10 to 14 set, I am finding the story so well written that I am being immersed in the story.

It’s been good fun so far and I’m just on page 140.

This is a compelling tale of what happens to the gods when they’re no longer loved and honoured.

In Neil Gaiman’s American Gods, Shadow, gets out of prison the day he finds out his wife died in a mysterious car crash.

In short order, as an ex-con with few options, he finds himself getting entangled with incarnations of all manner of god, goddess and magical creature. And boy do they take the piss out of him.

The story, while it doesn’t lead to a whole lot of gasping when the story twists and turns, instead creates a compelling and believeable picture of the reality of ancient gods living among the living, and weaves the magical, profane, sacred and real together in a lovely stew. Gaiman’s storytelling ability is excellent, and the tale bobs and weaves with the best of them, without losing one inch of suspense or for that matter, without suspending belief one iota.

I could not put the book down and found myself reading into the wee hours of the morning, eyes burning me with the boulders in them, determined to continue reading.

Excellent read!

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To me, roti is part of the essence of being Trinidadian. It’s my favourite food, and buss-up-shot is my favourite kind of roti.

There is something in eating with both hands, in the spicy mix of curried potato, channa (chick peas), bodhi, bahji, pumpkin, mango, pommecythere, chicken, goat, beef, pork and shrimp (depending on how you like yours).

Although roti comes from Trinidad’s East Indian immigrant population, it has become part of the cultural landscape (along with doubles) and certainly a part of my life…

Without roti, I think my life as a Trinidadian would be immeasurably lessened, and my palate would have remained uneducated in the high art of bellyism.

I liked this story, but I was a little disappointed at the end, but understood why…

Well written, if a little repetitive.

Disgusting!