Every ninety years a bunch of young people find out they're reincarnated gods. They get fame and powers and adoration and two years later they're dead. Fan-girl Laura meets Lucifer herself after a god-gig and gets taken to meet more gods only to find herself in the firing line when someone starts shooting with some machine gods. That doesn't turn out well for the shooters, and the British legal system suddenly finds itself with the unenviable problem of having arrested a god. Laura is drawn deeper into the world of the Pantheon and its mysteries, driven by her own fascination and her own longing, no matter how dangerous.

This is one of those perfectly of-the-moment books that will be regarded in years to come as a snapshot of the contemporary zeitgeist. it's polished and gorgeous and funny and dark, about gods as pop stars and celebrities and their mortal immortality and the need for magic in our lives, even if that magic makes us look small. An amazing, dazzling, terrifying ride.