This book provides an interesting description of blokiness gone terribly wrong, in an exciting story based in a seedy world of antique shops and smoky pubs. The author writes brilliantly about men and in particular through her narrator, Morris, and his weak, immoral behaviour, generally influenced by his friend and antihero Honey. I am writing this review after reading about a 100 pages in less than two hours, and so I have to say that the book reads like a dream. There are amazing flurries of metaphors and alliterations, where the author steered just the right side of pretentiousness. There is also a nice level of humour as the reader delights guiltily in Honey's awfulness as well as some erudite cultural references.