This felt more like a series of short stories about a young boy raised in the graveyard. Still, my faith in Gaiman is restored, after the weak Anansi Boys. Only Neil Gaiman can pull off something that centers on death to become a celebration of life. A poignant story of a boy who is lucky enough to be taught the value of life, ironically (or perhaps not) by a group of dead people who took care of him. Silas reminded me of Dream (Sandman), and the Jacks felt a little tacked-on and underdeveloped. Still a good read, nonetheless!