Oh my. I felt like I was being dredged through the veritable open sewer system London street use to be (which is what the book is loosely written about) as I read this book. I cannot even start to discuss this book. Some would say it has "lots of atmosphere".
I say the book, written about the summer of 1849 as the cholera epidemic threatened London and the young engineer whose ideas for drainage would revolutionize the city and the perils he endures as he keeps his life afloat ... was probably the hardest read I've ever embarked upon. I had to force myself to keep reading it. Trying to open my mind to new venues has never been so painful.
I got an author signed copy though. So maybe I'll hold onto it and hope it improves in value. At least monetarily.
I think I'll go invest in some floaty romance this afternoon. After these last two books, my brain deserves something frothy.