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This was an airplane book for me, and for that purpose it was a fine one: a quickly paced adventure story, reminiscent of Stevenson or Dickens. In the end, I felt it strained credibility and toed the absurd much more than I care for, & of course my most common complaint of ultimately flat characters. But then I have never had a taste for Dickens, and it was very clear that Dickensonian was what Tinti aspired towards.