
It's because his writing is magical, and witty, and addictive, and there was, briefly, in this book, a zombie unicorn and sky pirates. Played straight. And it works.
I loved, loved, loved this book. I loved how it seems almost possible that these magical things are real, side by side with our world, on the other side of a wall in a town called Wall. I loved how Gaiman doesn't take himself too seriously, and it shows in the book. I loved how even two-dimensional characters weren't two dimensional characters, and I loved how twists came that were so simple and lovely that you had to say, Lordy, how didn't I see that coming?
I loved how Tristran Thorn is able to take things as they are.
This candle will get me to where I need to go, through inexplicable teleportation. Okay.
I'm looking for a fallen star. The star is a teenage girl. Sure, why not?
The tree is talking to me. Okay, then.
THERE'S A UNICORN FOR US TO RIDE. Sure.
I loved this book, and seeing as I seem to be the only one of my friends who hasn't read it, I don't feel it needs too much of a standard review from me following my previous rant about the amazing-ness that is this story. Please, go and read the book, because my ranting and writing can't do it justice.
...Did I mention that I loved this book?
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