DNF @ chapter 21
This is the sort of poorly done fanfiction I would expect from a preteen who hasn't got a grasp of proper writing yet, where everything in incosistent and the characters are so much out of character they're not even in the same universe, and the prose is bland and perfunctory. This doesn't deserve the honour of being called a sequel, nor to be assossiated with Dumas in any way. Guh. Bring out the brain bleach.

Ugh. Effing finally.

I read this once during my school years - more than 10 years ago now - and I recall being captivated by the story, though a lot of the scientific terminology, especially about the categorisation of the species, went over my head. Having studied water cultures since then, I get a lot more on this second read through.
And somehow I'm a lot more bored.
I remember my copy from back then was in Bulgarian, a book of about 400 pages with dark green covers, that I used to tout about everywhere with me until I was done reading it.
This go around, I'm listening to it in audiobook form, and quite aside from the fact that the narrator's tone makes me want to pay him to stop reading books altogether, the story can't seem to hold my attention at all. It's rambling on and on. Everyone sounds conceited, talking down to people like they're the only one who has any brains and uses them. Maybe I should try again in e-book format. Or dig up my paper copy, if it still exists.
So far, 2 stars.

I've got bones to pick wuith this book. Maybe I'll sit down and try to type them up one of these days,can't spare it the necessery time just at the moment.

2 1/2 stars really. Too pretentious for my taste. I don't get what the hype is all about. I've read books about the war which left a deep impression through their language and characters. I liked the premise of the "last bookshop in London", but I guess the imagery it provoked in me was completely different from the actual book, because I often caught myself going "is that it?" . This one was pretty much "meh".