I finished reading this more than a month ago, well ahead of the review-along date. Plenty of time. Then I went away for a week – all planned – and totally forgot that the review was due to be posted the very day I got home. Not a word written. Ah well. A little preamble then, to explain that this has been written in haste and may turn out to be a very short review of a very long book. (Or a rather long review which doesn’t say much.)
Such a long book, in fact, that I doubt I would ever have read it without the review-along, so thank you, fellow reviewers. I can at least cross this doorstopper off the list. What I can’t do is say whether I enjoyed it. I didn’t dislike it certainly, but neither did I soak it up. It’s easy to read and made me laugh occasionally but there was nothing in all its 800+ pages which really made me feel it was worth the how-ever-many hours it took to read. That said, I’m glad to have read it.
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