I picked this after hearing part of a Radio 4 programme about it. Frankly, I thought it was drivel. I had the impression this was a book by someone who decided they wanted to be a novelist rather than someone who was a writer.

The style was just amateurish: unnecessary and unconvincing imagery; cliffhanger chapter endings; illogical in parts; mediocre characterisation and the ending left me feeling like I’d just read a glorified shaggy dog story.

After this I have started reading Milkman by Anna Burns The difference between them is like that an author who is a master of style and someone who writes as if they had done a correspondence course in creative writing.

However, I do understand that I am in a minority in my low opinion of the book.