Snow Glass Apple was just another retelling of Snow White from a different viewpoint. It was okay, but I'm tired of retellings. Wicked is the only one I've read that managed to pull itself above the genre and create its own life.

The second play, Murder Mysteries, was a tale about angels in the Silver City prior to the creation of the universe. And murder. It was a promising concept, but wasn't wonderfully written.

I'm going to read Stardust. If I don't like that then I'm done with Gaiman.