Potted precis of all of Jasper Fforde’s books so far. Leaving Swindon behind her to hide out in the Well of Lost Plots (the place where all fiction is created). John Sutherland gets lost in Jasper Fforde’s literary fantasy, The Well of Lost Plots. The third installment in Jasper Fforde’s New York Times bestselling series follows literary detective Thursday Next on another adventure in her alternate.
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But I wekl the author gets distracted too easily from the main plot and is more concerned with sidequests and making witty plays on words and dropping names than with character development or pacing. I sometimes find everything a little too clever and self-congratulatory, and the quotes that start the chapters irritate me with their look-ma-no-exposition exposition, but some kf detail usually comes along to redeem the book again.
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If it’s Thursday it must be the valley of death
Her job as Miss Havisham’s apprentice at Jurisfiction is as hectic as ever—and not just because she has to moderate rage counseling sessions in Wuthering Heights. Despite her promises to Landen, Thursday has also been secretly policing the Bookworld with her Jurisfiction colleagues, where the death of Sherlock Holmes, the discovery of book probes, and falling Outland reading rates have put the Bookworld on edge.
He has a Welsh wife, two welsh daughters and a welsh dog, who is mad but not because he’s Welsh. The Panjandrum calls for an immediate vote which goes against UltraWord and calls on Thursday to take the job of Bellman, the superintendent of Jurisfiction. Vote in the poll and ratings.
I ended up loving it though, and laughed as much as I did while reading the first two books, and cared as much about Thursday and certain other characters as much as well. On to the next Thursday Next boo If you have a robust knowledge of British Literature and a working knowledge of the constructs of the novel, this is the novel for you. I couldn’t really tell, I cforde laughing too much. The problem with this is that It’s Easter in Reading – a bad time for eggs – and no one can remember the last sunny day.
I am enjoying this series more and more as I read my way through it.
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Are memory and imagination powerful enough to sustain a real person? Though perhaps the most irritating thing of all is that throughout this book there seems to be a smug belief that this one of the cleverest and funniest novels anyone could ever read.
Unashamedly silly, but also marvellously intelligent. They have made progress on the Austen Rover, the first interliterary tour bus ever created. But it’s God’s own wind none the less, and a cleaner, better, stronger land will lie in the sunshine when the storm has cleared.
The phlegmatic and resourceful Thursday pursues Acheron across the border into a Leninist Wales and further to Mr Rochester’s Thornfield Hall, where both books find their climax on the roof amid flames. Want to Read saving…. Jasper, not the dog Series: The possibilities for mischief and for fanciful twists on known tropes are endless, and perhaps I can understand how the author got caught up in his own creation.
The Well of Lost Plots by Jasper Fforde book review
Wekl time intrepid detective Next has taken refuge in a poorly written and unpublished crime novel called Caversham Heights from the vengeful Aornis Hades. Why do you think fantasy and magic tales are enjoying so much popularity right now?
About Me For those new to me or my reviews I sometimes find everything a little too clever and self-congratulatory, and the quotes that start the chapters irritate me with their look-ma-no-exposition expositi There’s something in me that wants to dislike these books, but I just can’t. Jaasper Rapids Fun stories for kids on the go. Still have not received book 2 from the lib, and this was sent first.
His DS Mary Mary promises to consult him on all cases, to bypass the suspension. But whilst she’s in Bookworld she still has duties to attend to, whether that be an Alice in Wonderland trial, helping Miss Havisham run anger management groups in Wuthering Heights or try and work out what’s wrong with the new book operating system UltraWorld.
He knows how to make them dance. Meanwhile, her eldest child, Friday Next, is now a “grunty and unintelligible” sixteen year old.
It’s an interesting move to completely leave the parallel universe Swindon behind here but I thought it was excellent. I liked this book so much that when I finished it I had to really wonder whether I should go back and re-read the first two books in the series which I have 4 stars and 3 stars respectively.
It is as hard to come up with a new fictional gimmick a really “novel” novel as a new vice. It is still very fun and smart, in fact this third book may be the boldest, most imaginative Thursday Next book so far.
In the book, she encounters two Generics, students of St Tabularasa’s who have yet to be assigned to a book, and DCI Jack Spratt, a detective who partners with her in investigating a murder.
She has worked for Special Ops. Much as I would like to claim either as the truth, sadly not. The Well of Lost Plots a hoot. By extension, since I imagine so many decent writers are Readers, it’s also meant to be a Writer’s book.
The eagerly anticipated third installment in the bestselling Thursday Next series—a genre-bending blend of crime fiction, fantasy, and top-drawer literary lots Thursday Next definitely needs some down time.
Mar 27, Minutes. It seems that Landen, her husband of fou Hilarious’ Scotland on Sunday ‘A decidedly quirky and strangely thought-provoking debut novel’ Sunday Telegraph ‘Let yourself be entertained by a witty romp’ Elle ‘The eccentric epic – A read that’ll leave you breathless’ Synopsis Thursday Next, literary detective and newlywed is back to embark on an adventure that begins, quite literally on her own doorstep.