I have a fondness for really quirky books and it was obvious from the start that this book was going to meet that criterion. George Thring is, apparently, a nobody stuck in a dead-end job with no social life and nothing to look forward to. One evening, on his return from work, he just keeps driving instead of going home, and that's where the story starts. I had a certain amount of sympathy with George as, when I was stuck in a job I hated, I often fantasised about just driving on (but that was on the way to work, not on the way home). George finds love and danger, in equal proportions, in a town populated by Elvis impersonators (and if that isn't quirky enough for you, nothing is). I really enjoyed the story and absolutely had to finish it to see what would happen, but the first part of the book is incredibly slow-paced, to such an extent that you feel as if you are experiencing George's life in real time! The second part speeds up considerably, although I found George's apparent capacity to recover from injuries that would hospitalise you and I, a little far-fetched. However, these are minor carps about a story that I am sure you will enjoy and remember.