This book is a lot like I thought it would be. A sad account of what Britain was like, socially and politically, in the 1980s. There are all the characters you would expect - Thatcher, Princess Di, etc. - and generally there wasn't a lot that was surprising to me, even as an immigrant. I was hoping that this book would help me understand a bit better why Britain is the way it is now from a new perspective (i.e. tracing the origins of some of our current conditions to those several decades ago), but it doesn't really do that, at least not in a new way. The book is also really dry, and it does not recount the events of the 80s as a coherent narrative that is engaging and, well, makes you feel like you are listening to a story. The author's bias does shine through in several places, which doesn't really bother me because it was obvious, but I would have preferred the book started with some commentary on that. At times the book was just painfully boring, and also sometimes just plain weird. For example, at one point there was a discussion of Di's virginity and he even, if I recall correctly, referred to "de-flowering" her and mentioned how her inexperience was matched by Charles' indifference. As some other reviewers have pointed out, it doesn't quite strike the balance between breadth and depth, either. Not just with events, but with movements. The coverage of feminism, for example, was fairly strange and superficial, almost pitting the stereotype of a loud feminist against the stoic dismissal of people like Thatcher and some bland statistics about police activity in relation to the Yorkshire ripper. It's just a fairly strange mix of historical account and social commentary that, at least for me, didn't really work.