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I finally read American Gods. Because of Twitter, of all things. Neil Gaiman is on my list, and there was a Twitter book club of sorts that started reading American Gods last month. Since it’s been on my list for a while, I pulled it out and decided . . . now. Now is the time.

And . . . I enjoyed it. I enjoyed the story and the “epic”-ness of it. Death and birth, gods, souls, life and love and all the messiness that comes with being human. The concept of roadside attractions and places of power—I found that particularly compelling. But out of all 588 delicious pages, this (on page 207) might be my favorite:

“Shadow thought. “Hey, Jacquel?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you believe in the soul?” It wasn’t quite the question he had been going to ask, and it took him by surprise to hear it coming from his mouth. He had intended to say something less direct, but there was nothing less direct that he could say.

“Depends. Back in my day, we had it all set up. You lined up when you died, and you’d answer for your evil deeds and for your good deeds, and if your evil deeds outweighed a feather, we’d feed your sould and your heart to Ammet, the Eater of Souls”.

“He must have eaten a lot of people.”

“Not as many as you’d think. It was a really heavy feather. We had it made special. You had to be pretty damn evil to tip the scales on that baby. Stop here, that gas station. We’ll put in a few gallons.”

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