Grossman is at his best here in the snappy, short form. His most engaging chapters reveal individual knight's shortcomings and truly unique perspectives, and I was ecstatic to be swept up in backstories of the lesser-known, "sidekick" knights of the Camelot. For some context of my perspective, I am coming from a self-inflicted immersion of the original Welsh poems, Chrétien de Troyes, Malory, and so on. "BORING!" Hey mamma mia woah who said that? The original tales may be sluggish, heavy on the eyes, and antiquated, but rarely boring. Grossman's VERY modern-language refresh of this world is creative, and I am undeniably impressed overall. But I don't know if I really care for the thinly-veiled and overt Telling. You can pin a tail on any donkey you shape, but at least prime me. Show, don't Tell, me how diversity and creative solutions will achieve greatness here, instead of just a muddy beach brawl at the end of the day. Like huh? What good is a diverse team if they just say HELLO LAD and then die? The British Problem and the current Migrant Crisis being tossed in there at the very end could have felt more honest and impactful if it was sewn in sooner, and threaded throughout more. I am comfortable saying he landed this plane, but it felt like a steep angle of approach. His beginnings and endings are not great. But the spacious center of this book is really delightful. Highlighting flaws, sexuality, gender identity, and beating hearts of characters that are either misunderstood, wholly unutilized, or classically overtread is what shines here. Worth a read! It cruises!