Thursday Next Series by Jasper Fforde

I’ve just started reading The Well of Lost Plots, the third book in Thursday Next Series series and I only started them just over a fortnight ago, and like Leonieke I had them recommended be by a friend (not the same friend I would imagine :D) who like Leonieke’s freind,[1] said to me, I can’t really explain them, you’ll have to read them, but you will love them.

Which I have to say is absolutely true, I have other books in the queue to be read at the moment, but they don’t have a chance until I’ve got up to speed with Thursday Next’s adventures to-date.

As, has been mentioned, they are nigh on impossible to describe to anybody who has not read them, so I will relate a little story to you as a warning as to where not to read them.:oops:

Earlier on this afternoon, whilst on my break, I grabbed my copy of “The Well of Lost Plots” and headed down in to the staff canteen, grabbed a can of Dr Pepper out of the vending machine, and settled down to read.

I read, quite happily, grinning at all the correct places, until… Well as I said they’re hard books to explain, but suffice it to say, I started to giggle, then chortle, then made that spluttering noise you make, when you’re tying to reign in your laughter, because people are beginning to look at you funny, closed my eyes, took some deep breaths, and eventually opened my eyes again and slowly turned round to see who I was going to have to bribe with coffee to keep quiet…

Luckily, I was on my own, so nobody saw it, at least I don’t think so anyway. There is the possibility that the canteen door moving slightly, was just a draft, and not it closing, as someone left, time will tell. 😳

Now a few quotes to try and give you some idea what we’re all on about 😀

“You’re the Cheshire Cat, aren’t you ?” I asked. (Thursday Next)

“I was the Cheshire Cat,” he replied with a slightly aggrieved air. “But they moved the county boundaries, so technically speaking I am now the Unitary Authority of Warrington Cat, but it doesn’t have the same ring to it.”

And, some advise from Mrs Havisham[2] (with whom, Thursday Next is apprenticed to, as she learns how to be a Jurisfiction[3] agent) as to why the cast of “Wuthering Heights” all have to attend mandatory rage-counselling sessions[4]:

If this book is to survive, we have to control the emotions within it; as is, the novel is three times more barbaric than when first penned — left to its own devices it won’t be long before murder and mayhem start to take over completely — remember what happened to that once gentle comedy of manners Titus Andronicus ? It’s now the daftest, most cannibalistic blood fest in the whole of Shakespeare.

And one last quote:

“. . . The Special Operations Network was instigated to handle policing duties considered either too unusual or too specialized to be tackled by the regular force. There were thirty departments in all, starting at the more mundane Neighbourly Disputes (SO-30) and going onto Literary Detectives (SO-27) and Art Crime (SO-24). Anything below SO-20 was restricted information, although it was common knowledge that the ChronoGuard was SO-12 and Antiterrorism SO-9. It is rumoured that SO-1 was the department that polices the SpecOps themselves. Quite what the others do is anyone’s guess. What is known is that the individual operatives themselves are mostly ex-military or ex-police and slightly unbalanced. “If you want to be a SpecOp,” the saying goes, “act kinda weird . . .”
-A Short History of the Special Operations Network


[1]. I’ve since found out after speaking to friends, this is how everybody is introduced to these books!

[2]. Yes, that is the Mrs Havisham from Great Expectations

[3]. Come on now, Keep Up!

[4]. I said, Keep Up!

Buy, The Eyre Affair

Buy, Lost in a Good Book

Buy, The Well of Lost Plots

Buy, Something Rotten