I wish I could give 3.5 stars on this thing. I suppose it's closer to 4 than 3, but I'd like the option. Honestly, I don't think I could tell you what this book was about. It certainly has a plot, but much of the time I wasn't sure exactly where I was chronologically, geographically, or truth-versus-lie-ally.

I kind of feel like it's not the plot you're supposed to be into here. What I loved were the chuckle out-loud one liners and the loveable characters. I enjoyed Adrian's waffling between truth and lies. And I know from the reviews that some people found it frustrating that every time you finally think you have a grip on what's going on, you find out the last x-number of pages you've read have been complete and utter BS. But that's what made me smile much of the time.

Not knowing the first thing about cricket impeded me a little, but luckily wound up being a minor point, and didn't ruin the book in the slightest.

I love Stephen Fry endlessly. If I ever meet him, I will demand a hug. Demand, I say.