So, I picked up "Neverwhere" (yes, I know it's been out since 1997... so I'm a little slow, sue me). It was an interesting title, and the blurb on the back told me that, again, this was not going to be an average read. And, no, it wasn't - how wonderful!
This genius of a man uses vocabulary in ways that I hadn't realized possible since first reading Poe, Milne, and Bradbury is like cheese fondue... you need more! His imagery jumps off the page and into your brain with such fervor that it lingers there, enticing you to read more... and more... and more. His characters seem so real... and yet... not, somehow. The epitome of writing craft seeps from him in waves of reverberation that only your rib cage can identify, and even then, not completely.
Okay, enough of the superlatives... This is astounding writing! Three dimensional in every aspect. I felt like I knew his characters and still, wished I could have invited them to dinner, just to ask the thousand questions that wouldn't keep still.
Every street they walked, I knew it. Every disgusting sound lived in my ears, and every aroma of the marketplace dug itself into my nose and would not leave until the next arrived. The story kept moving forward, even when Mr. Gaiman slowed it down a little bit... just so I could catch my breath, I'm guessing, I could rewrite the back matter for you... but I don't think that's enough. You really need to read this book... It's quite extraordinary!
~Diana Kathryn Plopa