When you're reading this book, one bit of advice: suspend ALL disbelief. The concept for this book was fabulously original. The author wanted his climax to exist in a well-loved piece of literature, which was finely executed. Thursday was very James Bond driven to action by instinct and not emotion. She was complex, intriguing, and bad ass. Other than the originality and Thursday's character, everything else turned into white noise. There was an insane amount of sci fi elements accompanied with too many different side stories for my comfort. Too bad as I LOVED the concept.

"Welcome to a surreal version of Great Britain, circa 1985, where time travel is routine, cloning is a reality (dodos are the resurrected pet of choice), and literature is taken very, very seriously. England is a virtual police state where an aunt can get lost (literally) in a Wordsworth poem, militant Baconians heckle performances of Hamlet, and forging Byronic verse is a punishable offense. All this is business as usual for Thursday Next, renowned Special Operative in literary detection, until someone begins kidnapping characters from works of literature. When Jane Eyre is plucked from the pages of Brontë's novel, Thursday must track down the villain and enter the novel herself to avert a heinous act of literary homicide" (Back cover synopsis).