Ostensibly this is a collection of short stories but I’d advise doing what I did: start at the beginning and read them through like they’re a book. Because they are, sort of. Very loose and not quite plotted but they work well in order. I’m torn between saying that they are individually nonsense and collectively make sense, or individually quite sensible and collectively quite nonsensical, so I’ll just say both and add that I really enjoy reading Kate Atkinson’s stuff and hope that there’s lots more coming for me to read.