Unfortunately, Fforde is often just a little too cute for his own good. While I appreciate the many literary references, Fforde also peppers the story liberally with too-saccharine details--for example, the villains of the story are Jack Schitt and Schitt-Hawse. The bumbling pairs of secret agents are Kannon / Phodder, Walken / Dedmen, and Blake / Lambe, among others. A fictional lawyer speaks with Thursday via the footnotes on the bottom of each page. Fforde seems intent on proving just how clever he is, while the story drags nearly to a half and I had to quit after about 250 pages.
I therefore regret to say that I wasn't even able to finish this book, and it sat on my bedside table for about a week untouched--far too long for any book that isn't written by Gabriel García Márquez or John Milton, in my opionion. The only way I could have finished it would have been to zip right through it--thereby missing the very things I appreciated about it in the first place. I would not recommend this book. At. All.