Gaimania

I'm about a third of the way through my fourth Neil Gaiman book and I've just become more and more of a fan. This particular book is a collection of short stories, poems and oddities and like most short story collections some are better than others and some are maddeningly incomplete. There are some wonderfully imaginative  stories in here and I think that's what's so great about Gaiman is that his stories hold such a spark of magic, some are humorous, some dark, many are quite strange. One of my favorites so far is a poem (or is it just a short, short story?) titled Locks. Locks is about him telling his two year old the story of Goldilocks and how in doing so he's carrying on a tradition that goes back generations and about how his own reaction has changed to the story as he's grow older. It's really wonderful.
  I'm glad I'm still enjoying Gaiman as I picked up three of his books at GotBooks the other day, just because you like, or even love, a book by a writer doesn't mean you'll like everything by them. Those of you who read this probably know that I've listed Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse as my favorite book many a time and so I started trying to read more by Hesse, three other novels in and I don't know that I'll ever bring myself to try and finish his writings. Some were strange and one (The Glass Bead Game) committed the most horrible sin of being extremely boring. I read Vonnegut's Cat's Cradle and thought it was amazing, two other novels in and I'd be hard pressed to pick up another one of his. So great love and devotion to one story doesn't mean the author will always float your boat but for now at least Gaiman is still putting the wind in my literary sails.