This was mostly a DNF. I sped through a bunch of it to find if it got any better but it didn't seem to.

I was quite excited to read about an alternate history of London being divided by an iron curtain but it was really just a geographical shift of the real history more than anything novel.

Mostly what ruined it for me was too much pining over unrequited love and not enough cool alternate soviet history.

Simply this book was just not the Buddhist book for me. The biggest issue was it diverged from Buddhist teachings quite significantly and without warning. It wasn't a bad book but it wasn't a good book, hence the average rating.

Amazing! I don't know how I didn't read this earlier. I am huge fan of urban fantasy and this is certainly a genre defining classic in the genre.

Gaiman did a wonderful job of intertwining the city of London we all know and love with a part hidden from view. It was done in such a way that you are left wondering if maybe that beggar on the street, that empty tram cabin, or that scurrying rat are really signs of something more.

I don't know how to to describe this as anything but average. Considering how thick this book is, I would have thought something would actually happen. At best though it ended up being a mess of random ideas thrown together without much care for forming an engaging narrative. The very start and very end where okay, leaving the middle feel like a massive waste of reading time.

A lovely short story about how you don't need to conform to societal standards of normality and success to find your place in the world.