A Review

You're sitting at the bar, minding your own business, when the old coot a few seats down starts telling stories - anecdotes, really - about some other man's life. No one's really paying any attention, but everyone is listening to him talk. That's kind of how the first half of the book read to me; I didn't really care, but I kept reading anyway.

When the old coot takes his leave, another guy further on down the bar picks up where the old coot left off, and weaves in some mysticism. I can't speak for anyone else, but the back-half of the book is where I start getting excited to see what happens next.

It's a letdown of minor proportions, but I suppose that's how it goes sometimes.