Ugh, this book is the opposite of meaningful -- it is devoid of any meaning. And similarly word-wise, it's meandering without arriving to any point. Perhaps it's a snapshot, and the next book will tie the first two together more succinctly, but this was terrible.

I understand from this book why St. Aubyn wrote these smaller books (Patrick likes books he can carry in his pocket), but this book was so throw-away...it was about 150 pages long, but could have easily been summed up in 50 or less and thrown in with the last book or the next book I suppose. Tedium defined.