This is the year of DNF. books I feel like. SO MANY OF THEM! 
 I feel as though this story could be enjoyable for a lot of other people but was such a dreadful experience to myself. After reaching 46% of the book and fighting to stay awake still I decided, "Screw this. I'm done. I'll just read the spoilers." 
 There's London Above--that's where you lived--and then there's London Below--the Underside--inhabited by the people who fell through the cracks in the world. Now you're one of them. 
 Richard is going out on a date with his fiancee one night when he stumbles upon a girl bleeding badly and in need of his help. Unbeknownst to Richard at the time that this girl was part of London Below. A completely separate world with twists and turns at every corner. I'm talking about walking through one door in east London that'll somehow jump you to the completely opposite side of town. Where rail lines exist running through museums but the people in London above don't ever see or acknowledge. 
 "On Friday I had a job, a fiancee, a home, and a life that made sense. (Well, as much as any life makes sense.) Then I found an injured girl bleeding on the pavement, and I tried to be a Good Samaritan. Now I've got no fiancee, no home, no job, and I'm walking around a couple of hundred feet under the streets of London with the projected life expectancy of a suicidal fruit fly." 
 I'd honestly just rather read the rest of the wikipedia plot paragraph on this novel than try to force myself to finish i.