Could've accepted the awkward combination of socialism and romance if the final declaration of love hadn't come in the form of a £12K financial injection. As it is, the payoff wasn't worth the journey as far as I'm concerned.

Not bad, but I would have preferred more information about the octopus and less meandering about consciousness. The writing is quite good when it's about concrete matters. It quickly degenerates into rambling when it's about less concrete stuff, unfortunately.

Quite an enjoyable read, although characters constantly calling the people they're talking to by their name started to grate a bit after a while and made the dialogues a bit stilted. But certainly better and more original than most of the fantasy I've read. I loved the worldbuilding.

A Georgette Heyer book I didn't like - that's a first.

Hornblower is a boring dud and Aubrey would give him a wedgie if they ever met.

DNF. 2019, the year of terrible books, continues. I really wanted to like it and for a while I thought I might but then I realised I just didn't think it was funny.

Dnf at 80%; found it deeply boring, which is a shame as the writing wasn't too bad (the good writing actually kept me going for far longer than I normally would have)

Superbly written but God how I hated each and every one of the characters in this book.

Did not finish. Not for me. (I prefer books in which.... things happen. Other than animal cruelty and ‘it being hot' that is.)

Pretty cool & interesting book, although it's not really structured to teaching, it's more like a giant info dump.

‘Portrait of the artist as a young man'. This is not the usual ghostwritten rock tat - it's a very well written autobiography, very evocative. Loved the honesty. And I learned some new words. :) Well done, Brett.

Happy to have read it since it's a classic, but it didn't really tug at my heartstrings. If I'd read it back when I was 7 or 8 I'm sure I would have loved it though.

Rather more dry than I expected, although to be fair to the writers I probably came in expecting the wrong thing.