Second book of the readathon! I love Jeanette Winterson's writing, but I just don't love her books. Does that make any sense? I love the way she uses words, the ebb and flow of her prose, but it never becomes a satisfying whole for me. I think I find it easier to accept, the more I read of her stuff, but I'm still not quite there yet.

I never know what to say about her work because of it. I loved the beginning of this, and the story within the story about Babel Dark, but I don't think it was satisfying in the end. Still, if you like Jeanette Winterson's work, this is very similar to her usual style.

Oh, and I did like the Tristan and Isolde segment.