This is one of the few 19th century
British books I’ve ever read. Or, now that I think about it, maybe the only
one...
I ended up reading it for a series of fairly
silly reasons: a friend of mine from Cambridge had re-enacted the journey with
his dad and his brother, I could get the e-book for free, it was short and
light-hearted, and there is always this thing of living in London and wanting
to read British literature...
Expectations for this book were low, very low.
However, it ended up exceeding those (which was, admittedly, rather easy). Much
to my surprise, the book was still quite funny, which I think says a lot about
a book that was published more than 120 years ago and is probably the greatest
compliment I can give to Jerome’s work since, after all, there is not much else
to say about this.
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