



There is no level of intensity or expectation of what’s around the next corner. Yes you have some of the basic tropes, a dark castles and location, but there is no atmosphere in the writing. And not in the good sense of Victorian horror either it’s not dreadfully spooky or dreadfully gothic: it’s just plain dreadful. The Strange Case of Doctor Jekyll and Mr Hyde is a phenomenal piece of literature. It’s hard to believe that this was actually written by Robert Louis Stevenson. Well, anyway, on to the book in hand it’s not a very good one, numbered amongst the lowest in my estimation in the collection. I’ll post a spectacular update celebrating the occasion. Only fourteen left to go! I’ve been reading through this lot for almost two years! I will get through all eighty eventually, just wait and see. I’ve been getting negligent in my reviews of these as of late.
