George definitely got off at the wrong bus-stop. Either that, or he's having a really bizarre dream. Probably both, as he wakes up in a tree with two strangely-dressed men staring up at him.
Can the Lying Lord Farley of Exeter help George find his way home? Can the group rescue Josephine from her mysterious illness? Who does that thunderous voice belong to? What is Pudge thinking? Most of these questions will be ignored, but it's better that way.
Enjoy some questionable time-travel, talking animals, a scheming narrator, and more nonsene than you've seen in the last 367 years. Assuming you are that old.
Crying in Colour is best suited for reading at bus-stops, if you pay more attention to the time than George does.
This was delightfully ridiculous! It was a bit like reading a Monty Python sketch, with some Don Quixote and a touch of A Connecticut Yankee thrown in for flavor. The only rule is there are no rules, which made for a fun little romp. Recommended for those in need of some nonsense in their lives to escape reality for a while.
Very good. I quickly fell in love with all of the characters, from Lord Farley, self-proclaimed famous for his quests, to Benjee, the Aussie woman whom no one but George can understand.
An interesting twist: The author herself makes frequent visits into the story, communicating with George. At first I thought this was really strange, but it started growing on me, and the ending manages to explain the reasons for it.
The writing is witty, each character has their own voice, and it even has an asexual character! When I finished the book, I actually felt a little bittersweet - finishing the story felt like finishing a small part of my life.