This is another one of those books that make me wonder who put it in the classics catagory.I was thinking all along this was in 3 star territory and then I saw the ending happening from a mile away. Then there is the literally flowery prose. How lovely is the sporifum lillium, ah the sweet smell of the farkleberry, or whatever. This kind of writing might thrill a botanist or a flower arranger, but it doesn't do much for me. There are also why say it in a sentence when you can get up on a platform and make a speech out of it passages. A creative idea is present here, but it lies within a parade of adjectives and adverbs. Even at less than 200 pages this book seemed too long to me.