Every hours wounds. The last one kills.

I have a questionable track record with Neil Gaiman books and I don't think what he writes is up my alley. I have read three books and haven't enjoyed them at all. I appreciate what Gaiman does, with his distinctive voice, unique take on fantasy novels and brilliant characters are exceptional but I find the read to be more challenging than refreshing.

American Gods was a drag for me. I had little enthusiasm to pick it up and read. The story felt random for the sake of being random and yet I felt that there was some hidden meaning to it all that was just going over my head.

It's about the soul of America, really. What people brought to America, what found them when they came; and the things that lie sleeping beneath it all.

Reading the journal entries at the end of the book made me wish I enjoyed the book more because it was an ambitious tale to tell, and what ever was sleeping beneath it all was lost on me.