A review by jenmcmaynes
The Meaning of Night: A Confession by Michael Cox

2.0

Meh. This pastiche of a Victorian confession, with its long simmering revenge, missing heirs, and murders, should have been a fast-paced and fun read. Instead, I found it achingly slow and the conclusions so obvious that I began to think that the narrator was unreliable. This made it much more enjoyable, until I finally realized that Edward really was this dull and slow witted and bah! Just plain boring.