Fun stories that are intentionally and unintentionally amusing. They’re very Roman Catholic and the way the Breton locals incorporated their religious beliefs and experiences into these stories was highly entertaining and often unexpected.

This is the first contemporary poetry collection that I’ve read from start to finish. Gluck is able to take the simplest words and create rich, complicated, but not abstruse poems that are both aesthetically beautiful and philosophical. Her ruminations on the Roman mythology, specifically the abduction of Persephone, were an added pleasure for this Western mythology buff. Get it, get it, get it.

Eh. There’s nothing new here. “Fresh voice” - or whatever they’re trying to peddle this as - my butt. Clichés all over the damn place.

This is an amazing collection of stories done by artists who truly take advantage of the graphic medium of story telling. The style, the emotional strength, the humour, the brilliant interpretation of ideas and themes of varying complexities guarantee its re-readability. I’m a convert and will set out to acquire all of the instalments in this fantastic series.

Her books are becoming rather predictable, not just in plot but in character types and relationship dynamics, but this one still managed to be entertaining, probably because Sean was one of my favourite McClouds. Over-the-top, Mckenna style as usual.

This is a powerful, potentially transforming read, and infuriating both on behalf and because of Stephen Gordon, the main character. It’s a book that needs to be read.

Terribly over-the-top prose. Descriptive writing with elaborate, solely ornamental metaphors are every where and it’s too damn annoying. I may return to it but I have too many good books lying around to waste time.

It boggles the mind that it took the academy so long to realise that this was a literary treasure. The sensual experience this novel offers is distinctive and unparalleled.

It started out so well with a fairly good plot and great humour but somehow, around the half-way mark, the humour bubbles over into the implausibly ridiculous and the characters’ behaviours take an exaggerated turn into the opposite direction. What an odd novel.

The writing is vacuous and mundane.