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For me, it's over 100 pages too long, and I didn't get that same pumped up adrenaline buzz I got from reading Trainspotting - helped by the fact the film and its soundtrack was playing out in my head whilst reading it - but it was still entertaining, and very filthy; which of course didn't surprise me, to read of the boys again and their antics. As for Begbie, we witness once again one of the most memorable antagonists ever! Certainly Welsh is at full force here when it comes to his frenetic literary style, maybe even more so than Trainspotting, and the seedy world of amateur pornography felt like a perfect fit, but Porno never really got inside enough to strike a chord; never did I feel it piss and shit and vomit all over me in the way that Trainspotting did through its bleakness and black humour; through its powerful and unforgettable gut wrenching scenes. Remains to be seen whether I'd read the next sequel or Trainspotting's prequel. If I do then I'd likely read something outside of the Renton books first.