So. I actually don't really know how to review this book. 
 It was classic Gaiman- wonderful prose, delightful insights, a tad of creepiness, and a lot of fairy-tale-ish vibes. 
 It is full of childlike innocence, age-old wisdom, and the knowledge of everything. 
 Like I said, it's a classic Neal Gaiman book and I can think of no way in which it should change. Yet, for some reason, I felt something lacking. I'm not sure what. It was good, yeah, but it just didn't hit me in the way Neal Gaiman books usually do. 
 But it is worth reading. For sure.