I finished it this evening – and yes, it’s fantastic. Kate Atkinson seems to be a bit of a vulture-like novelist, in that she circles, circles, circles, and then swoops (this comparison gets more interesting when you know that the protagonist of this novel was a bomber pilot in World War II and that large objects falling from the sky are an integral part of its fabric). I still think the first half of the book was too slow, but I’m hardly complaining.

I would love to write a detailed review now, but I’ll save that for tomorrow. I’ll be wiser and more articulate then, right?