Enjoyable romp through the underbelly of Victorian London. I liked the character Dodger quite a bit, but as a whole the book didn't rise to the heights of some of the later Discworld books for me. I'm not quite sure why, except the more famous (or even notorious) people Dodger ran in to (lots and lots, by the end of the book) the less seriously I took it. It just seemed a bit too much crammed in all together, with perhaps not enough exploration of what was actually there. A bit like ticking off a list. But Pratchett is still Pratchett, and I'll happily read anything he writes.