“Dear Diary,” he began. “On Friday I had a job, a fiancée, a home, and a life that made sense. (Well, as much as any life makes sense.) Then I found an injured girl bleeding on the pavement, and I tried to be a Good Samaritan. Now I’ve got no fiancée, no home, no job, and I’m walking around a couple of hundred feet under the streets of London with the projected life expectancy of a suicidal fruitfly.”

Neverwhere is the newest addition to my ever-growing pile of favorites. I was skeptical when my co-worker recommended the audiobook version, but he insisted that it would blow my mind. I was not disappointed.

Neil Gaiman’s talented narration of this frighteningly funny piece is not to be missed. This was the first time I have ever been eager to sit in California traffic hoping to ADD a few precious minutes to my commute. He brought to life the fantasy of “London Below,” and I was not ready for this book to come to a close.