Hallucinating Foucault

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God this book is good! Yesterday I was going to follow up on my earlier comment and moan about the stock heroine-changing-a-man-with-love plot but in the rush I got from the marvellous ending of the story I think I can forget that bit. That's no way not to spoil anything if I'm to talk about what I like about this book. 

I don't know what I should do right now. I don't want to come down from this rush but the characters aren't really good enough for me to read the book again. I guess I'll just have to find something totally different to do - just to ride on this high for a while.

ETA. I never find the tags more apt. This book is really about reading, about the relationship between THE READER and THE WRITER. Although it seems to portray the relationship in a rather exaggerated and surreal way - no way can the reader bond with the writer like that in real life, can it? - it did make me think are we all writing for our Muses, our perfect readers?