As a bit of a break from proper literature in between the first and second books of the Raj Quartet I decided to pick up World War Z by Max Brooks, for some light reading. I was pretty disappointed - the prose is, of course, bad, but I don't necessarily mind that. The book is written as a series of interviews with different participants in the war, and each of them is a one-dimensional cardboard cutout; it is extremely uninteresting, although it picks up a little at the end.