I read this book a year or two ago, and when I think back to it, I always have the impression that there was something slightly disappointing about it.
And I’m not sure why that is. I adore the premise of two Londons, a London Above and a London Below. I’ve never been to London myself, but I’m an avowed Anglophile.
I was immediately hooked by the inciting incident — the bitchy girlfriend who doesn’t want to help out poor Door.
And I also quite liked many of the characters. But still, something about it disappointed.
That’s a recurring theme with me and Gaiman. I think Coraline and The Ocean at the End of the Lane are the only books of his that haven’t left me with a vague sense of dissatisfaction. Perhaps Anansi Boys, too. Yet something keeps drawing me back to read more of his books, and I do consider myself a fan of his.
Reading over your review, refamiliarizing myself with the characters, has gotten me thinking more fondly of the book. Maybe I actually enjoyed it more than I thought.
Which has me thinking that perhaps it’s just the ending that I didn’t like — that’s definitely the case with American Gods, which I thoroughly enjoyed up until the last 100 pages. And I think it’s probably the case with Good Omens, too, which I do recall liking at the beginning.
Anyway. Apparently Neverwhere is getting a sequel sometime soon. That might be the excuse I need to pick the first book up again, and see how I feel about it the second time through.