"L—d! said my mother, what is all this story about? — A Cock and a Bull, said Yorick — And one of the best of its kind I ever heard."
The last lines of Tristram Shandy came to mind when reading this, but the last 11 words didn't. McCleery has reined in some of his sillier Dan Brown-style superfluous descriptions, but the plot veers off into the ridiculous after a promising start. By the end, the whole thing was too daft for words.
His proofreaders seemed to lose concentration as well, with the errors getting more common as the book went on – missed words, mis-spelled words, mis-used words.