Witty and fun. Lots of head-hopping. Sometimes head-hopping makes me dizzy, or I bounce off the surface like a stone skipped across a lake, but Gladstone has a gift for clarity which I think helps. 
 I am intrigued, as ever, by ideas about belief. In this case, belief is a kind of energy exchange -- you give the gods power by believing, and sometimes they give back (although the strong, viable ones take in more than they give out, rather like insurance companies). Belief is also quite clearly paralleled with addiction -- the chain-smoking monk, the minions of Justice -- and that angle (paired with the energy exchange) was a little weird to me. I'm still contemplating all the implications. 
 Anyway, lots of ideas, which is mostly what I read for. Also interested (or introspective) about the way we don't dig deep into people's heads here. Whereas my writing is always digging trenches right though the middle of people. Dig dig dig. I am formulating a theory about extroverted vs introverted narratives -- that is, narratives that draw energy (and meaning?) from the external world and events, vs. narratives that draw from the centre of a single person. Meaning comes from which direction? I AM INTRIGUED. 
 Anyway, sorry, that got a little navel-gazey. I am chronically introspective. I dig and dig and can't stop. I really enjoy the lighter touch, here, the respite from the salt-mines of self. A fun book. I said that. Maybe that was enough.