Remains as one of my all time favourite books.Having reread it in English, I can't remember ever hating Burrich as much as I did on the last pages of this book. Having said that, this time around I'm finding myself disliking Fitz too, occasionally. The self-hate is a bit thick at times and although it works in this book, I'm growing weary of the author's need to repeat everything with the near exact phrases used either earlier in this same book or its prequel. How is that for a mouthful?Still, I love it.