I have always been a fan of Robert Harris from my early days with Fatherland and more recently with Munich which had me reading through the night. I was therefore very keen to read Second Sleep and to be fair it started reasonably well and the threads of the story should have made a better read. However, whether it was the strange prose to evoke the era or the poor characterisation; because it was Robert Harris, I thought it must get better. I’m afraid the longer it went on the more dissatisfied I became. The ending a complete and utter disappointment. I do wonder whether the author had a second sleep whilst writing it and lost the plot.