This was so impressively bad that I have had to stop, unfortunately. And given some of the stuff I seem to have missed out on, hoo-boy! I think I made the right decision.
I don't get the fetish some of you have for my home, though, honestly. The way that "Scotland" was written in this book made me half expect the barbarians to start running about chasing haggis any minute. Seriously. It's painful to read if you're actually from here, and the prose/characterisation doesn't do anything to alleviate that.
(If anyone wants to read a novel that's actually representative of Scotland in some measure, I recommend thoroughly A Scot's Quair by Lewis Grassic Gibbon, though it's talking about an entirely different time period. That novel is thought provoking stuff.)