This book (circa 1890) reminds me of why I don’t read British classic literature- too much saying something without saying it. It has an interesting unique plot, ominous, creepy, but not scary (unless you were actually there, then I would be like, bye Felicia). I liked the androgenous/gender doesn’t matter aspect of the lead character and the confusing long winded explanation of her gender was quite unique. I was annoyed by all the Galacian references, but you see pride for the culture and I can appreciate that. Although I was offended, and amused by the dislike/assumptions about Americans (USA here). Book did have some comedy , but not overtly so. Overall, book was well written and holds my attention. Luckily, it is short.