Ah, Neil Gaiman. Beloved Neil Gaiman. I am hesitant to call the dedication his fans show to him a “cult following” – I’d be better off going with “obsession”.
I follow Neil on twitter (@neilhimself), I’ve linked to tumblr blogs dedicated to him (here) and I’ve stereotyped him (here). I’m not quite obsessed though, as Neverwhere is the first novel of his that I’ve read. (I’ve read parts of the Sandman comic book series).
THEN, while Google searching Neverwhere, I come to find out that it was a television show written by Gaiman before Gaiman turned it into a book. So now, I feel like it’s a cop out that Neverwhere is the first Gaiman novel I’ve read, so I must read The Graveyard Book or something.
Anyways, now that I’m over the fact that in my head I kept thinking, “This would be a great movie” while reading Neverwhere, I did enjoy the book. It was a bit drawn out, especially with the Old Bailey stuff, but because he was transcribing television episodes into the book I can see why he did that.
Was it so amazing that I’m dying to read The Graveyard Book? No. But it was a good rest for my brain in between The Secret History and 100 Years. And I will read The Graveyard Book, eventually.