A review by bethsia
Nettleblack by Nat Reeve

2.0

I really wanted to enjoy this book and struggled valiantly … but it’s just too much. The plot is incredibly slow-going, the character idiosyncrasies self-indulgently excessive. It also suffered somewhat from Makingapoint-itis, in which a book is written for academic reasons (or to comment on a current social or political issue) to the detriment of the plot.