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Heavy going so far. My brother says you have to like Hardy - well, I did read quite a lot of that long ago, so maybe it will grow on me.

SO interesting. But then, peasants and agriculture are my thing.

Fonts. What is the point of a font you can't read? This font is so tiny that even with my newest glasses - even after I've cleaned my newest glasses, unless it is in the morning and I sit in the sun I can't fucking read it. This book is not only six hundred and seven pages long, it is six hundred and seven pages of fucking two point font. What is the point of that?

I was going to say so far so good. But I've just discovered it is part of a fucking trilogy. I'm not happy.

"Most love stories need never happen, I believe"

Okay. Just got over the 'maybe this was a mistake feeling'. My early advice to would be readers of this is get over the first thirty pages.

Started over lunch, hard to put down.

This is spot on hilarious.

The doctor started coming every night and since he was really a first-rate player he derived enormous pleasure from these incessant defeats.

Half of me is embarrassed that I've never read this and the other half is so very pleased that it is therefore all there in front of me, to be discovered. Already I really don't want to put this down.

Half of me is embarrassed that I've never read this and the other half is so very pleased that it is therefore all there in front of me, to be discovered. Already I really don't want to put this down.

The Foreword is hilarious, hence it gets a guernsey on the humour shelf.

More of the same.

Not altogether sure why my mother decided to read this, but I thought I'd keep her company. So far it seems like scandalous gossip-mongering dressed up as crime fact...salacious. Amusing.

'You know the real problem with fucking? It’s not the Darwinian angle. You know, the peak experience that turns out to be a flashy sales pitch by your genes....That’s kind of depressing, once you get it, but it’s just a mind thing. You can work around it that one. No, what’s always bugged me about the whole thing is that - '

'...a real mamma...roll-em-in-flour-and-see-where-the-wet-spot-is type, know what I mean?' Well, actually, no, I don't. Can anybody explain this to me?

This is difficult compared with Castle and Scanner.

He starts with an exquisite reverie on memory.

Am I the only one infuriated by the prejudicial, partial, propagandish nature of this writing? It is plain insulting, and if it transpires that he has good arguments to make, they will be sorely compromised by a writing style which seems more befitting of Fox News than of a supposed-academic. Can I say 'Lord save me?' Without being accused of fundamentalist religious tendencies?

I am rarely so pleased that a book goes on. And on.

Buzzing along here.

As usual, I feel like Banks loves his science fiction and that the other stuff he does is hard work.

I try to read a bit of this each night. I wish it wasn't so much less than it could have been.

The cosmos is a unity. To understand ourselves we must understand the stars. We are stardust - the ashes of long dead stars.

I can't remember the last time I enjoyed a book so much.

...the last to know he's an addict is the addict.