All right, so I don't have a whole lot to say about this book. I said recently that Miriam Toews was a trusted author. Well, Mil Millington is like that too, except that he is also a comfort author. I don't know that this is a great book, but it is a highly enjoyable book. It's funny in that sarcastic, British way that I always like -- hopeless Anglophile that I am. For me, this is one of those books where the plot is somehow irrelevant. I was interested in the characters throughout, and I thought the writing was very funny. While the plot raised some interesting ideas, it wasn't really the high point. And towards the end, it is almost as if the author's Mom called and told him he had to wrap it all up and come in for dinner before it gets dark. But that didn't entirely matter, because it was still fun.
Oh, and an unlikely couple falls in love, which causes one major problem. It's just not all that believable How exaxctly did they end up together? I kept wondering. For it to happen, one character has to exhibit a major change, but not so much in the cathartic sort of way, but in the "Wow, is that the same person as in chapter thirteen?" sort of way.
And yet despite all this, I probably enjoyed this more than many of the "better" books I've read recently. I took it with me to work. I always take a book to work so that I can read during lunch. I would feel naked without taking a book to work, but I seldom get around to reading it. With this one, I did -- during lunch, on the subway, though, alas, not at my desk where I probably could have used the entertainment.
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