"She had a brisk air of bristle, like a terrier bitch. There was ex-whore written all over her."
Despite what amounts to a very cool looking cover and the fact that I've really enjoyed some other works by the same author; this one just really didn't do it for me. Perhaps it was the continued weirdness, yes , I get that its fantasy but the cockney feathered lady was just a little bit too much for me, never mind the other weird characters.
I have to say, I find the idea of the circus repugnant and I'm never sure why. Other people I know marvel at Cirque de Soleil, but for me the circus is to theatre as porn is to movies. Sure its filmed the same way, but it leaves you feeling a bit dirty and the stars strike me as something tainted. It's a personal bias but one that probably drives my inability to engage with this novel.
It also doesn't help that Jack comes across as such a hopeless sap. I prefer a male protagonist that is a bit more together than this love sick pup who at times really loses it 'cock a doodle doo".
2 out of 5, I'm scared of clowns