|As soon as I read the first page I came and started farting.|
And then this, this fucking book. I swear on everything holy, if you only read one fantasy novel, read this amazing motherfucker right here.
Just a quick rundown: Bad ass fucking protagonist by the name of Shadow (yes, his name is Shadow, my fiance flat out refuses to let me name our first child Shadow, because she is a soulless bitch), but yeah, Shadow meets up with a one eyed, bearded, old fucker named Wednesday, things happen, a trip across the U.S. ensues where many interesting players are met.
Now here's the hook: Gods are real. They're tangible beings that interact with people on a daily basis, all of the old religions that came along with the various peoples that immigrated to the United States throughout history brought along the deity or deities that they worshiped. Sounds fucking awesome huh? Well it is.
So this is where we're at with this: Go out and buy this book, then clear your fucking calender because you're gonna tear into it like a lion on a baby deer.