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I am having trouble with this book. I think I have worked out what is happening and going to happen and do not want to continue to find out if I am right or wrong. The concept of Binding is fascinating (no spoilers here) but I am wondering whether it could be differently used. A book on the bedside that you bypass each night to read something else is going to take some will power on my part to restart.

I am having trouble with this book. I think I have worked out what is happening and going to happen and do not want to continue to find out if I am right or wrong. The concept of Binding is fascinating (no spoilers here) but I am wondering whether it could be differently used. A book on the bedside that you bypass each night to read something else is going to take some will power on my part to restart.

This is a book that should come with its own notebook. Each page comes with a revelation and an alternative view of what I thought I knew.

I can't find this in the chaos so this is "on hold".

A good bedtime read but not compelling enough to keep me awake at night

Hard going; mostly passive wrting, loathsome characters (mostly) written with constant supercilious narration.

I am loving this. Murakami presses my weirdness button.

I need to get this read before the library needs it back. It is grimly fascinating and sucks you into nightmares.

I am finding this book overwhelming so can only read it until I am overloaded again. It is a massive undertaking and is written in a very direct and intense style. If every man is the sum of his experiences then Roberts has much to write about

I love Murakami and this is no exception. His ability to meld the surreal and the ordinary is exceptional. I am a little disappointed that he has not (possibly yet)introduced a talking cat but there is plenty of time yet.

So far so good; I can feel superior to the mutt in question. How much longer this will last I wot not.

Storming along at the usual breakneck plot which barely gives you time to question its possibility. Hawkwood is more substantial than Sharpe and the plots have more dimensions.

I had forgotten how dense the writing is in the Natty Bumpo m novels, which makes it slow going. What slows it down further is his use of vernacular. So far, not much to report

This is a Spatterjay novel written with the verve and exuberance I have come to expect from Neal Asher. There is the added bonus of androids with attitude. Lovely Stuff

This is captivating stuff, with fascinating characters, quite unlike anything I have associated with SK before. It is quite extraordinary in its imagination and never safe to read.

I keep falling asleep when I try to read this book. The crusty curmudgeon has reached Myanmar and has found even more to dislike about the world than usual!

This has lain forgotten in my violin case but I laid into it with vengeance last night. NG has a delightful slanted view of life. Wonderful stuff

I had to stop reading this for a while; Theroux's constant carping and criticism of the things that he encounters becomes a little wearing after a while, without the saving grace of any irony in his statements. He has made it in one piece to Sri Lanka; if his views were published as he travelled he would probably be lynched.

I had to stop reading this for a while; Theroux's constant carping and criticism of the things that he encounters becomes a little wearing after a while, without the saving grace of any irony in his statements. He has made it in one piece to Sri Lanka; if his views were published as he travelled he would probably be lynched.

I had to stop reading this for a while; Theroux's constant carping and criticism of the things that he encounters becomes a little wearing after a while, without the saving grace of any irony in his statements.

I had to stop reading this for a while; Theroux's constant carping and criticism of the things that he encounters becomes a little wearing after a while, without the saving grace of any irony in his statements.

I had to stop reading this for a while; Theroux's constant carping and criticism of the things that he encounters becomes a little wearing after a while, without the saving grace of any irony in his statements.

I had to stop reading this for a while; Theroux's constant carping and criticism of the things that he encounters becomes a little wearing after a while, without the saving grace of any irony in his statements.

I love this man's ability to flit from subject to subject like an inebriated butterfly. Full of the weird and the wonderful, it is such fun to read.

I had to stop reading this for a while. It is such a remorseless read, full of violence, deprivation, torture and brutality. Knowing that it is a true story of a crass national error makes it harder to read, but it is worth every page.

Library books made me put this down for a while, but the writing in this book is startling and compelling. The author's background in this erudite and literate work remains shrouded in the past; I hope there is more elucidation of this fascinating man. Is it really a work of fiction?

Theroux doesn't get any less grumpy as he gets older. Quite why he travels I wot not, he always seems so find fault with everything he sees. Perhaps he travels so that he can see things at home in a better light. He is always amusing, if slightly snide, in his writings.

The style is meditative and observational, the journey also. There is a sparseness in the vignettes he describes that allows room for meditation. This is a superb piece of writing.

Only 1155 pages to go; still waving to friends. I wonder whether the Queen has arthritis of the wrists; it is certain that I will if I get to the end of this.