Montonous, passionless, dull, dull, dull. All the characters talk either like Charterhouse toffs (their enunciation is perfect, even when the mountain is falling around them) or bucolic idiot. Sometimes it seems like Rob Inglis has forgotten to read round to the next line, and the end of the sentence takes him by surprise. It's not a well-written book, and a reading of it must be difficult, but I did expect at least SOME emotion. I was disappointed beyond words. This is reading to fall asleep to.