I love Jasper Fforde. I do. Really. And I attribute my lack-luster reception of this book due entirely to my state of mind. I was disappointed when Landen returned, when Tuesday had kids, but this….I don’t know. I took me over a month to read this book; it’s not a book to be read over such a long period of time. It’s a book you should sink your teeth into and read over only a couple days.
It’s dense, like his others, and requires a submersion into Tuesday’s world. But this book read like it was written for fans who wanted a tour of BookWorld — how the Council of Genres works, Jursifiction, the Sea of Prose, etc., etc. I don’t care. My imagination works just fine. Besides, it’s not really relevant to the plot or character development. It wasn’t until I got three-quarters of the way through that the genius of Jasper really started to shine through and I was riveted. Unscrambled eggs! Fantastic!
Now I just feel guilty. I haven’t read the first four books in the series for quite some time and I knew, I KNEW, I should have re-read them before starting this one. I own this book. When I’m ready to read the next in the series — and I will — I will re-read the previous five. They deserve it.