Ah, Carroll. My life would be nothing without thee. (It's possible to hate someone's guts, but can you love someone's guts? (Something of a bizarre expression at the best of times. I mean, guts? What is hateable or loveable about anyone's guts? I mean, they're guts. I suppose it means, the centre of you; guts=your very core. But it's still bizarre.) If it IS possible, I love Lewis Carroll's guts.)

AAAAANYWAY, weirdo parenthesis aside...

So normally I hate math. Loooooathe it. But this book is math math math--really difficult math too--and it's one heck of a lot of fun.
Probably in large part because it's presented in stories, rich with Carroll flair. The math problems are presented by an eccentric cast of characters: The teenage Clara and her aunt, Mad Mathesis; Hugh and Lambert, two young boys who say "Rather" and "I say!" an awful lot, and their tutor Balbus; and a pair of medieval knights--an old, long-suffering one and a young excitable one.

The math is pretty hard, I grant you, but I would recommend this book to the non math-orientated, (ahem) if you love Carroll, just for the pleasure of the stories. That said, I'd also recommend it to people who didn't particularly like Alice but love math, because the problems are engaging and well-done.