I spent a fair bit of time while reading this wondering what was going on. Not because it’s confusing or poorly written, but because it’s just so big and out there that sometimes you have to sit back and say “WHAT are you DOING!”
There are three main plot lines twisting around each other in this book and they all weave themselves together pretty much perfectly. The whole thing, including the myriad subplots wandering in and out of the main narratives, is a somewhat ridiculous romp through stereotypes and literature.
Inspector Manchego was my favourite. He was so delightfully useless the whole way through - any progress he made was purely coincidental, and quite frankly that reminds me a lot of … me.
I also loved that each character had their own distinctive voice, and that was clearly shown not just in what they were doing and saying, but their entire POV sections. I don’t think there’s a chance of muddling any of them up.
Basically, if you’d like something light-hearted and fairly silly, go no further. This book is a lovely way to spend an afternoon.