If I’m completely honest I wasn’t expecting to be bowled over by this novel. I was expecting a well-written novel, but not an exciting novel. Hence my scruffy second-hand edition, with an eye to the price tag and not to the cover. Eugh! There are editions with lighthouses, there are editions with seahorses, but why the roses? For goodness sake! Roses?!
This limited edition would have benefitted from being a lot more limited.
Happily, this was my only negative response to the book, and appears here largely to postpone the moment when I attempt to justify my conviction that Jeanette Winterson is a subtle and wily author, whose work demands close attention.
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A Rat in the Book Pile 