Jasper Fforde has been on my to-read list forever. I haven't read any of the others in the series, but my dad got me this as a gift, so I'm giving it a shot. 
 Sometimes a little too clever for its own good, but a fun and unique read. Favorite passages: 
 ..."'For all its boundless color, depth, boldness, passion and humor, the RealWorld doesn't appear to have any clearly discernable function.' 
 'Not that better minds than ours haven't tried to find one.' 
 The jury had been out on this matter for some time. Some felt that the RealWorld was there only to give life to us, while others insisted that it did have a function, to which no one was yet party. There was a small group who suggested that the RealWorld was not real at all and was just another book in an even bigger library. Not to be outdone, the nihilists over in Philosophy insisted that reality was as utterly meaningless as it appeared." (page 41) 
 "'And the name of the driver?' 
 'Gatsby.' 
 'The Great Gatsby drives taxis in his spare time?' 
 'No, his younger and less handsome and intelligent brother - the Mediocre Gatsby. He lives in Parody Valley over in Vanity. Here's his address.'" (page 252) 
 Some parts of this book made me laugh out loud, although I'm not sure if I'll read any more of the series. Maybe I'll pick up "The Eyre Affair" if it crosses my path.