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Not gonna lie, I spent most of this book thinking this series might be a miss for me, no matter how highly praised it's been. But those last ten chapters turned me completely around, and now I'm 100% on board.

This was a surprisingly sober insight into a facet of Patton Oswalt's personality and past, and I don't really know how to criticize or judge autobiographical work, except on the basis of how well I feel I understood what the author seemed to be trying to say. I think I grasped it fairly well, and particularly appreciated chapters like "On A Street In New Orleans" and "Ticket Booth", which feel strangely raw and revealing.

I enjoyed the hell out of this book. I quite enjoy saying that a book was unlike any other book I've read, and it never gets old, and this was one such.

The last 10% of this harrowing novel feels nothing at all like the rest. Nothing. My first reaction was disappointment, as I'd been comfortable with the rise and flow of the words, and this last bit felt like it was written by a different author -- tacked to the end of an Arctic journey it didn't match like some belated MadLibs.

It wasn't until I started writing this review that the ending finally clicked for me: the ending is so vastly different than the rest of the book because it represents a massive perspective change for the narrator. Whether this works for a reader, I suppose, would depend on how consistent you like the tone of your narrative. I found the transition jarring, but I can now appreciate narratively why that was done.

This was delightful, and everything I've come to expect from Gaiman. A must-have for the home library.

This was an interesting finish to the series. I won't spoil it, but the resolution wasn't the one book 2 led me to think I'd get. It was refreshingly... well, humble isn't the right word, but I can't think of a better one.

The premise was fun, but I'm not compelled to see where the story goes.

I'll admit, I got a bit lost in the numbers at times, but a good story overall.