I just couldn't anymore. I'd rate it two stars for Uncharles alone, he was a gem. The rest of it... not so much.

I quite liked the first part, in the manor. It was odd and a bit creepy, the way Uncharles couldn't grasp what happened at first, I was hooked. But when he progressed with his journey through the postapo world, I realized the book's tone and style of writing were completely different from what I was expecting judging after the first chapters, and I just couldn't get into it. The author had a mission to show you, the reader, the pointlessness and absurdity of the fallen world, and he decided to do everything in his power to hammer it into you. To show, to explain, to show again, and oh god, what if you didn't understand it yet, he'd do it again and again and he would use the most obvious metaphors and parallels in existence (the farm? really? are we so daft we wouldn't understand without that?)... In the end, it felt like a parody.

Life is too short to read mediocre books.