I’m about three-quarters of the way through and definitely intrigued with the book while also feeling a bit at arm’s length to the central conceit of literary fiction brought to life. It’s exceptionally clever with sly little winks woven throughout, but for all of that I haven’t entirely bought in. Conceptually I love that Fforde’s created a world where literature is revered much the way we do sports. Intellectually it feels “right” but emotionally it just hasn’t got me. That said, I do like the main character Thursday Next and the vampire and werewolf hunter Stoker (a nice homage to Bram Stoker of Dracula fame).
Still rainy here.