Bought 12 Oct 2005 – The Works

I could go on and on about this one, so I’ll try not to. Like his other books (why, then, do I read them?) this was incredibly manipulative and trite, spouting the bl**ding obvious in the guise of great wisdom. Kind of the “Love Actually” of fiction. I won’t say “literature” there. Simplistic, patronising, and I predicted several of the plot “twists”. Not great, and I feel a bit queasy from reading a lot of it today!