I have never, NEVER, been this excruciatingly bored while reading a book not being about worms in different stages of life. 
I’d rather read that book about worms (I’m sure there is one) hundred times back to back than opening Quicksilver again. 
I’m mad I spent my money and time on this one. 
There’s so many books out there worth being read, and this one is not that.

Also, KINGFISHER? Seriously?! Come on….