Another mixed bag. Like most novels not bad enough for me to close within the first 30 pages, there is something to this one. It didn't bore me--exactly--although, well, yes it did in some parts. It also didn't grip me--exactly--although, well, yes there were some surprisingly lyrical passages that did pull me in. Some of the literary and philosophical references were lost on me. I suppose I'm not as erudite as you other readers. On the other hand, you shouldn't have to be erudite to enjoy a novel. Other novels much more jam-packed with important ideas and important and/or obscure references than this one--like Umberto Eco's works, for instance--have indeed gripped me, held me, transported me. The problem here, I think, is more basic. This in fact is not a novel of ideas. It is a novel based on characterization. And I never came to much care about the main characters--okay, maybe about Pi a bit, but never about JD, and once Pi was drawn to him she lost her lustre for me too. Ultimately, the biggest problem was the most important section, the private correspondence between the two, by means of which they connect deeply and Pi falls for JD. This never rang true. It's almost as if Brownrigg wrote, "They connected deeply," instead of writing something to convey this happening. I just didn't see it. Never felt the genuine connection happening organically. And yet. And yet. It wasn't all bad. I did keep reading. There are some nice touches.