I wanted to like this book, maybe even love it, but it just wasn't meant to be. Three months after starting it, I've finally forced myself to read it to the end. I've enjoyed Gaiman's books in the past and although I know that's no firm indication that I'd like everything he writes, I just wasn't expecting to be so thoroughly bored by American Gods. The story started off well enough and even ended much better than I'd expected, but getting to that end was a trudge and a half. I found I couldn't remember character names only a few chapters in or chunks of the storyline after a day or two. I suspect it'll translate better in the recent TV series adaptation so I may give it another chance there. Shame, I really did want to enjoy this.