Sunday, 24 April 2016
Dull, plodding, over-long - and proof that all the right ingredients (London and Oxford, 1945) don't necessarily add up to a good read. Was hoping this would be an undemanding but enjoyable read for the weekend but it's writing-by-numbers. After I'd begun, I remembered that I was none too keen on the same author's Half of the Human Race; but this new one is worse. Now filed under 'life's too short' and it will probably go back to the library unfinished.