5.0

Be forewarned: this is an effusive, worshipful love-ballad. It is not, in any way, an unbiased review.

Through the entirety of middle & high school, I listened to Good Omens throughout the entire night, every night. Seven years after breaking that bizarre habit, I can still recite (most) sections from memory. I am always prepared to provide a needlessly detailed plot summary of this full-bodied epic, not to mention my meticulous recounting of the cleverest moments. I named my first car Dick Turpin (in the hopes that someday, someone would ask why). My pen name was chosen in honor of the audacious Agnes Nutter, witch. Frankly, if I were to be sworn into office, it would be with my German copy of Good Omens that was signed by Neil Gaiman in 2014 saying ‘we made the devil do it’. Imagine the field day the conservative media would have with that.

Good Omens is a humanist acid trip turned masterpiece. It’s irreverent & quirky & unapologetic. Each storyline is precious, moving, & significant. It made me who I am, which may not be the best argument I can give in favor of the blessed book but here we are.

The second best thing you could offer anyone is a copy of this book. Good Omens is, without a doubt, the most underrated book of all time.

(Any guesses what the best thing is?)