So now I managed to finish reading the first eleven chapters or the first volume and will start the next one, while still waiting for the book to arrive, which will probably be in about a month.

That sentence reads as surreal as the life Jo slips in, somehow. A bit less fancy for me, admittedly. Which makes it more important to enjoy the somewhat baroque, hermetic tale of Jo and Ysabel, the Duke and the Chariot. And wonder if the fact that just this morning, a boar destroyed a pool at my friends place has any particular meaning, or if it had a name.

But to the point--the reader interested in modern fantasy, romantic and somewhat dark serials or books about pretty recent northwestern US cities is advised to go out and purchase the first four volumes of this serial, because not only will they like to learn why I make up stories of boars with names, but also because we need to encourage the author to write more, preferrably faster without sacrificing creativity or thoroughness, because I really fear that, just proceeding to read, I'll again catch up with him writing.