READING: Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman

“The night before he went to London, Richard Mayhew was not enjoying himself.
He had begun the evening by enjoying himself; he had enjoyed reading the good-bye cards, and receiving the hugs from several not entirely unattractive young ladies of his acquaintance; he enjoyed the warnings about the dangers and evils of London, and the gift of the white umbrella with the Map of the London underground on it that his friends had chipped in money to buy; he had enjoyed the first few pints of ale; but then, with each successive pint he found that he was enjoying himself significantly less; until now he was sitting and shivering on the sidewalk outside the pub in a small Scottish toen, weighing the relative merits of being sick and not being sick and not enjoying himself at all.”
These are the opening words of Nevermore, a fantasy novel by Neil Gaiman. Richard Mayhew is Nevermore’s boy not quite yet a man but really cute hero, who soon finds himself on a mythical journey of discovery following his love, a noblewoman named Door (she opens then, ya see.) If you like fantasy literature, this one gets a solid B.