Not once did I feel let down by Bolano’s 2666, and I truly felt this as I came to the last pages of it last night in bed, I screamed, “no, this can’t be the end!” but alas, it was. I closed the book with a huge sigh and placed it on my bedside table. It’s a different table to the one that I placed it on when I first bought it, it has travelled far, and I know that I want to keep it there for a long time. I hope to find the book in five parts so I can carry it around with me and read parts of it again. So onwards I shall go, onwards with Amy Sackville’s The Still Point it has big shoes to fill.