"The boundaries of our country, sir? Why sir, to the North we are bounded by the Aurora Borealis. On the East we are bounded by the rising sun. On the South we are bounded by the procession of the equinoxes and on the West by the day of judgement."
Neil Gaiman's "American Gods" is a wonderful audio companion. Aside from the reader's talent, the novel's numerous vignettes pop up like daisies and weave themselves into a beautiful and haunting chain. While the concept of modern gods and of gods abandoned yet still clinging to their folklore is not revolutionary, the characters and their development are so strange and charming that it's difficult to put them down (or pause the track, in my case). There are so many stories, like so many pieces of candy in peppermint bark, that the novel becomes more of a collection of folk tales than the traditional singular thread. Great company if you're willing to drop the tail of a tale for another without warning.
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