Take a literary detective named Thursday with a pet dodo and a rogue time-traveling father. Send her after a master criminal who can warp perception. Throw in meteor-catching, street corner Shakespearean monologue machines, vampres, werewolves and a bureaucrat worried about budgets and you have scarcely scratched the surface of the delightful weirdness that is "The Eyre Affair" by Jasper Fforde.
