Pages from a Journal Found in a Shoebox Left in a Greyhound Bus Somewhere Between Tulsa, Oklahoma, and Louisville, Kentucky was an entertaining quick read that had me eager to see how the pieces came together. It was a bit out-there and it came across as being all over the place, but it came together in a way that had me entertained.
Although not a favourite from Neil Gaiman, this one had me happy to power through the pages.
Seemingly meaningless ramblings from a person's journal. I later find out this might make more sense if I listen to Tori Amos' album. I wish Gaiman would stop doing these as those of us who haven't heard the album will come away unimpressed by the story.