My methods are fallible, and this is a classic example. Since I've only been on Goodreads since August, I certainly missed some fantastic books that I read earlier in the year. Case in point, the following.
The Graveyard Book, by Neil Gaiman. In my opinion, this is the best book that Neil Gaiman has written. (This is saying something, for those of you who know about my obsession with the Sandman graphic novel series, as well as the myriad other fantastic books Gaiman has written.) I'm not sure exactly how to quantify it, but somehow Gaiman's writing this time around was simply flawless. Every word flowed smoothly into my brain, like a hot knife through butter. (Or something like that, I think the saying goes...) It was fantastic. The story was all well and good, but what really made it stand out was the ease with which I consumed it. Excellent story, excellent storytelling. Loved the characters, the plot, the setting, the whole shebang. Am waiting eagerly for the sequel.
There you have it: the seventh amazing book I read in 2009. I'm attempting to mollify the Excellent Book Fairy by giving The Graveyard Book its own blog entry. Happy now?