I have enjoyed much of Christopher Moore's work in the past, but something felt missing in this book. It had several moments that were laugh-out-loud funny, but on the whole the humor felt much weaker than it is in his other books.

I am keeping this short because usually Moore's works are an easy three to four stars for me, but I feel compelled, without a clear understanding why, to place this somewhere between two and three stars. Perhaps it is just the time in which I read it, but it did not feel as strong as his other books. Alternatively, could it be that the issue is that Moore allowed himself to get too confined by the source material and the admittedly intimidating position of retelling Shakespeare?

Regardless, I still enjoyed the book, but I was disappointed with it in a way that I have not encountered before in his work.