I have to say this: Anansi Boys by Neil Gaiman was so good!

I savoured most parts of it. I was fascinated, captured and had a few good laughs.

I loved it. It was so good!

Just a few memorable quotes:

“She said that if a just-married couple put a coin in a jar every time they make love in their first year, and take a coin out for every time that they make love in the years that follow, the jar will never be emptied.”

OMG! Is this true? I hope not though. Haha.

“Fat Charlie has, on his first visit to Rosie’s mother’s place, taken a bite from one of the wax apples. He had been extremely nervous, nervous enough that he had picked up an apple – in his defence, an extremely realistic apple – and had bitten into it. Rosie (fiancée) had signed frantically. Fat Charlie spat out the lump of wax into his hand and thought about pretending that he liked waxed fruit, or that he’d known all along and had just done it to be funny; however, Rosie’s mother had raised an eyebrow, walked over, taken the remains of the apple into the bin. He sat on the sofa for the rest of the afternoon with his mouth tasting like the inside of a candle, while Rosie’s mother stared at him to ensure that he did not try to tae another bite out of her precious wax fruit or attempt to gnaw on the leg of a Chippendale chair.”

Then Rosie’s mother went to visit Charlie one inconvenient morning...

“Up the narrow stairs and into the kitchen. Rosie’s mother looked around and made a face as if to indicate that it did not meet her standards of hygiene, containing, as it did, edible foot stuffs. “Coffee? Water?” Don’t say wax fruit. “Wax fruit?” Damn.”

This made me laugh. =P

“Until now Spider had regarded women as more or less interchangeable. You didn’t give them a real name, or an address that would work for longer than a week, of course, or anything more than a disposable cell-phone number. Women are fun, and decorative, and terrific accessories, but there would always be more of them; like bowls of goulash coming along a conveyor belt, when you were done with one, you simply picked p the next, and spooned in you sour cream."

OMG! He is a bastard!

“HULLO,” said Daisy, with a smile. “Would you like a cup of tea?”

“You might as well not bother,” said Fat Charlie. “I’ve seen the telly. I know how it goes. This is that whole good-cop bad-cop thing isn’t it? You’ll give me a cup of tea and some Jaffa cakes, then some big hard-bitten bastard with a hair-trigger temper comes in and shouts at me and pours the tea away and starts eating my Jaffa cakes and then you stop him from physically attacking me, and make him give me my tea and Jaffa cakes back, and in my gratitude I tell you everything you wan to know."

Hm, she was just offering tea, but I like Charlie’s response. =) Nice!