American Gods Volume 2: My Ainsel by Neil Gaiman

​The great adventure continues, but this time Shadow is given a made up name (or one should say another made up name) and stuck in the small town so far north it’s like it’s never heard of seasons. Winter is all around, but the place seems quaint enough. Albeit, of course, there’s something lurking beneath its peaceable surface, something not quite right.
And then there’s Wednesday who continues to scheme and continues to require a driver.
So lots going on. Getting used to the art too. Noticing likeness and inconsistencies more. Like Bliquis looking very different from book one.  And Shadow looking different in Fabry covers each and every time, from one another and from the Shadow of the main book.
But also, ta-da, I finally realized who Shadow looks like. Exactly like young Paul Newman but with darker skin. Same eyes, even lots of the same expressions. Now I can’ unsee it.
Anyway, the storm is brewing. Moving on to the last book in trilogy. Let’s see them duke it out.