Mrs. G's Next Secret Boyfriend

Dear Friend,
I must introduce you, if you've not already signed him up, to my delicious fantasy, Neil Gaiman. I just wanna hang out with his mind someday. We'll have coffee and stare at one another (because, honestly, he's not hard to stare at) while our chittering, spider-monkeys-on-acid minds run off together to some carousel-accessed other-world and plot an exciting, amazing, impossible and godly adventure. They'll return to us exhausted and permanently entangled. We'll be adequately caffeinated to follow along wherever they take us! ♥
A very long time ago, Christine sent me American Gods. A lightning bolt. A shockwave. A primordal zap of connection. A quickening. Wrapped up in imaginative, vibrant, literary entertainment. This amazing human had been revealed. I was not alone. Neil knows, too. Yesterday, Scotty got Anansi Boys for Xmas... ooooh! He'll be able to read it tomorrow, I'll finish it tonight... then when he's done, I'll read it again. The man can spin a web of tales like the Spider Gods he writes of. And when your eyes hurt from sucking up the story too quick for your brain to process, you take a little break and check out Neil on the back cover. In fact, that's the exact picture from Anansi Boys. Enough blogging, back to reading and drooling (away from the electronics!).
Happy Fantasizing!
Love,
me
(p.s. this fantasy is SCB approved, he happens to love Neil's Sandman series. No kinscern necessary.)