by Jeanette Winterson

Not one of my favorites of Jeanette’s, but still a great read. This one feels a bit more disjointed than usual — it’s almost just vignettes rather than a strict narrative — and I never really felt like I bonded with the characters as I do in the other Winterson novels I’ve read. That said, though, this is Winterson we’re talking about: the writing itself is superb, every line is quotable, and even if the characters and the plot were poo, the writing alone would make the reading worthwhile.