There is no earthly way of describing the pure unknown that this story has produced. I have never felt so moved by ink on paper, the imaginative state of the string of letters pushed and pulled and moulded to form colourful, intertwined ideas. Absolutely incredible.
The use of honey is much like of tea; none, and you still have delicious tea, but something is missing, a little bit gives the hint of sweetness and too much is just tea added to honey, and then the perfect amount, the moments that you have to put down the book and savour the moment. Every page has differing amounts of honey, it helps the story flow, and if confused at parts, follow the honey upstream, jump in and re-discover again.