This book can be summarised in a single word: funny.

It was written to be funny (and not much else) and it is funny (and not much else). I mean that in a good way: it is outrageously, hilariously funny and made me laugh out loud, and I enjoyed reading it. How can you not enjoy a book that counts among its characters a transvestite Filipino canoe navigator, a talking fruit bat called Roberto, a cannibal, ninjas, and a whole tribe of shark-hunting ex-cannibals? Where the story includes a cargo cult, plane crashes, and shady doctors on a tropical island?

(Well, you could not enjoy it if it was badly written, but it isn’t.)

Where does a writer get ideas like that? How do you come up with a title like “Island of the Sequined Love Nun”? Christopher Moore must be a seriously disturbed person.