I was surprised at just how poorly written this humorless little book is. Ms. Stevenson is an established author and a professor, so it pains me to say that London Bridges has the distinct whiff of Creative Writing 101. Perhaps she is trying to prove a point about the state of British publishing by passing off one of her students' fumbling attempts as a real book. The plot could be very interesting, but is completely undermined by laughable dialogue and cartoonish characters. Though I am glad I only checked it out from the library, the 25 cent late fee was perhaps too much to pay for this slush pile dreck.