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I read this book several years ago, and so don’t have a lot to say about it today. I reread it as part of my book club, but in the intervening years, the distance gave me some perspective that let me recognize or enjoy a few more jokes:

* Charles Pewter, of The Diary of an Ordinary Man shows up in the book, with a couple funny jokes about his house.
* I’ve come to appreciate the vast number of goofs on the genre that Fforde perpetrates. I still particularly like the attention to what car Jack drives, and the joke that driving a distinctive car is part of the detective mystique.
* The recurring gag that people couldn’t tell whether Humpty Dumpty was wearing a cravat or a cummerbund was funny too.
* The Gingerbread man is as frightening as always.
* My book club really liked this book.
* The book pokes fun at a number of detective sub-genres, the least prominent of which is the hard-boiled genre. Yet the title clearly evokes The Big Sleep. And the first victim is an egg, so hard-boiled seems the most apt genre. Oh well.