Myths are like the past’s dreams, handed down to the modern generation. They’re collective unconscious forms that shift in and out of the fog of memory and imagination. I love them, and Gaiman obviously loves them, and I haven't read such awesome re-tellings since Mary Pope Osbourne's, which I grew up with and am biased towards.

Plus, these myths were full of surprises. Serious quests and adventures were spiked with modern humor, and Gaiman took pains to give goddesses their full characters and power. I found myself laughing and smiling a lot until my heart broke at the end. Because Loki no, Loki why, Loki dON'T.

An honestly brilliant collection, and I look forward to telling these myths again and again.