I wouldn’t say that the book was not worth consuming, however, I have to admit that I’m prejudiced against authors who lift phrases wholesale from modern physics, unless they really prove that they understand physics. In this case, Winterson didn’t prove it. Why don’t authors stick to domains they’re capable of talking about honestly? Shouldn’t there be plenty of those? Oh, well. (I don’t understand physics, either. But, I don’t write novels that bandy about concepts from it.)

I liked Written on the Body and Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit better.

Why? This was on my shelf and I‘d enjoyed her earlier novels.
Should have read the Cosmology book first? Wasn’t sure if I would enjoy this, possessing little knowledge of tarot, cabbalistic theology or Grand Unified Theory (working on it though). So obviously some of Winterson’s ideas were lost on me: “You be a quark and I’ll be a lepton.” Perhaps I’ll come back to this line, having understood the properties of elementary particles and extract beauty, humour or something more from it. Winterson messes about with time, simultaneously linking past and future but only sometimes did Stella and Alice become real.
I laughed aloud when the poet, discovering her physicist husband’s affair conducted her own experiment; “If I drop a CD player and a laptop out of the same window at the same time which one will hit the ground first?” The novel was worth reading for this moment, albeit brief.
Ultimately this did not give me the reading thrill I was looking for. I didn’t care enough about the characters or find their triangular relationship particularly fascinating or convincing.

the perfect book for rainy ferry rides