Editor’s note: I’m cross-posting this review from books.livingsocial.com also known as the “Visual Bookshelf” Facebook app. If people enjoy this, I may keep doing it — it’s so far a manual process.
I loved this book. This is Fforde’s first foray out of metafiction, and he seems right at home. No complaints about overall plot or predictability — I enjoyed watching things play out in the ever-enjoyable Ffordian manner I’ve come to expect from his work.
The first half of the book was somewhat slow, but the last half thrilled me and I couldn’t keep my hands off it. And the ending is clawing-at-your-hair-and-screaming-no-but-for-some-reason-you’re-grinning-like-an-idiot frustrating — I have no doubt everything will resolve itself properly in a sequel or two, but not getting the pay off you so desperately want is both maddening but at the same time, oddly satisfying. I’m quite smitten with the Homo coloribus that Fforde has populated his post-post-apocalyptic world with.
I really have no complaints about this book. Fforde has truly outdone himself.
