HELLO FRIENDS, my name is Nico and I am a Basset Hound.
Today we meet a peculiar book: American Gods by Neil Gaiman. 
I say it is unusual because it is a book of only seven sheets containing a list of the new American gods, 
in a satirical criticism in the way of other great practitioners and masters of the genre as Terry Pratchett, Douglas Adams, Jonathan Swift and Miguel Aguirre.
I will try to speak little of the book because it is so short, I could ruin it forever if I'm not careful and do not want to release one spoiler, 
I do not know how you could drop a spoiler from a list, but you see how people are today and as no want to ruin anything, but never have time to do something, and who knows where it went all our free time, 
but we spend eighty-two hours a day watching in our screens who knows what, if Facebook or Reddit, or cameras with puppies showing their gentle smiles.
So I better tell you a short list interwoven with the new American gods as would Ananansi, the spider:
1. Hot-cakes.
2. Hot-dogs.
3. Bacon.
4. Frisbee.
5. The Beatles.
6. John Lennon.
7. John F. Kennedy.
8. Neil Gaiman.
9. Bacon.
10. Bacon (in english).
11. Wolverine.
12. Hugo Chavez.
13. The telethon.
14. Spoilers.
15. Kevin Bacon.
16. Netflix.
17. Takuya Yamashiro: Supaidman and his robot, Leopardon.
18. Jorge Luis Borges.
19. Chicharito.
20. Bacon.
What a great list, right? 
But let me tell you otherwise. Go running down for a copy of American Gods by Neil Gailman and allow one of the great writers of the nordicangloamericafricanmexican literature
enlighten your knowledge of the new gods replacing our old ways. 
For now, to say goodbye, I'll steal the words of Takuya Yamashiro: 
I am the emissary of the underworld and will fight against this evil for the good of all spiders. 
AYOS FRIENDS.
