Oh, I have tried with this book. Tried twice now. There is so much here that I should
like, so much that I generally enjoy while
reading, but if given a choice, I never pick this book up off the stack. I never feel compelled to keep reading. I get about a hundred pages in by hook or by crook, and then I find something more interesting to do. Like scrub grout.
It will get one more try. Third time has been the charm with several books that have turned out to be treasured favorites. But something more is gonna have to congeal than just the dreamy, nonspecific setting, frank discussion of a whorehouse/theater, and a little manlove.
Kudos for making puppets exactly as creepy as they should be, though.