Things I learned from American Gods...

 Apparently if your an effemeniate ineffectual souvenir salesman from Oman, and you want to become a cabbie instead of going back to your country in shame, all you need to do is let an ifrit fuck your mouth for about an hour.  Oh, and don't forget to swallow his fire-jiz.  I feel kind of weird that I can't get that scene out of my mind, but thankfully nobody uses the bookground.

Gotta be honest, if after reading that book that's what sticks in your mind, then I agree with you. That is pretty weird.

Sounds like I am missing out. Should I read this?

 Not only should you read it, you should give it a try.