In a word, this book is facetious. That's not necessarily a bad thing; I think this book was meant to be glib and funny. I even laughed out loud a couple of times. But at the same time, I found it weirdly pretentious. It's a kind of comedy of errors, with a hapless hero getting up to all sorts of comedic mischief and it might have made for a very entertaining light read. My major problem with this book is that it's set in the 21st century, but written in the style of something decidedly more 1900s. What young American guy uses a phrase like "There's a good chap"? I just didn't buy it. Weasel, our protagonist, describes himself as wearing jeans, a t-shirt and pair of Nikes, but I kept picturing him in like, a waistcoat and brogues, completely against my will. I felt like I might have really enjoyed this book if it was set in the 20th century English countryside, it would have been far less affected.