Underland

Perhaps fittingly, reading Underland was like exploring a cave: its cover filled with praises beckon you in like a cave mouth, but the path downwards is far from smooth. At some points, like an open fall descending miles into the earth, you will sink into a chapter and devour it in minutes. At others, like stepping into meandering, uncomfortable and tight chambers, you will be forcing yourself through anectodes that land on the worse side of dull and uninteresting.