Lost in a Good Book by Jasper Fford

Delightful! Good fun!  Thumb's up!  Second book in Jasper FFord's Thursday Next series. 

 

First meet the Unitary Authority of Warrington Cat - formerly known, prior to the movement of county boundaries, as the Cheshire Cat.  He is the librarian for Jurisfiction.

            The Cat's eyes opened wide and the grin fell from his face.  He looked up and down the corridor for a few moments and then inquired: 

    "Me?" 

    I stifled a laugh.  

    "I don't see any others."  

    "Ah!" replied the Cat, giving me another broad grin.  "That's because you have a temporary form of cat blindness."  

"I'm not sure I've heard of that."

            "It's quite common," he replied airily, licking a paw and stroking his whiskers.  "I suppose you have heard of knight blindness, when you can't see any knights?"

            "It's night, not knight," I corrected him.

            "It all sounds the same to me." 

Spend a little time with Spike - in Spec Ops -17- Werewolf and Vampire Disposal Operations- commonly known as "Biters and Suckers".   You know.  To earn a little extra money.


"Every SEB (Supreme Evil Being) I ever captured considered itself not only the worst personification of unadulterated evil that ever stalked the earth, but also the only personification of unadulterated evil that ever stalked the earth.  It must have been quite a surprise - and not a little galling- to be locked away with several thousand other SEBs, all pretty much the same, in row upon row of plain glass jars at the Loathsome Id Containment Facility."

And amidst all the frivality and language play, be prepared to face some truths.


1.  It didn't look like the world was about to end in twenty-six minutes, but then I don't suppose it ever does.

2.  "...I...didn't know I could do this."

"What you mean is that you did know that you couldn't --it's quite a different thing."


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