Just... could Neverwhere be anymore awesome? At all? On any level ever? 'Cos I think I'm more than a little in love with this book and almost-believability of its magic and its cleverness and wry humor and badassness and, damn, I want to be Richard but with less broken fingers (and shoulders and ribs...) and to get to know that world.

I think I like this one more than American Gods, probably because I've always favored the intimate getting-to-know process of a character and a world rather than a vague sort of Shadow and the heart of America and all that.

You think if I cross my fingers and turn widdershins three times, we'll get a sequel?