I just finished "American Gods".
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I fricken hate this book. I dont get how its so loved. I was actually glad its over so I can move onto something else (Everyone kept telling me to wait till the end so the whole story made sense, BS the ending is predictable as all hell and boring to boot).
Just an absolute drudge to read through. So many sections of long winded stories of gods coming to america that killed the pacing. The "gods" were silly in them selves, some of the descriptions were just eye role worthy.
Hmm, one of my favorite books. Though I actually enjoyed the build up more than the climax. To each their own I suppose.