This was the first ever Robert Rankin book I ever read. And it still remains my firm favourite. I love all of the other books too, but if I have nothing else to read I will pick up Nostradamus Ate My Hamster and read it through again. It is consistently funny from cover to cover and has everything you could ever want in a Rankin novel and more. It has time ships, Nazi war criminals and some scary, scary short stories as told to Rankin by a close friend. At times you don't know what is happening, but that is ok. The confusion helps, because the lead character Russell is also confused. So you appreciate what he is going through. Russell works in the film industry. Well in a props house, but that’s pretty close to actually being in front of a camera. Seeing one of your plastic beakers from Camden Market or wherever they came from sitting on the Cantina Bar in Star Wars must be a buzz. Especially knowing how much you paid for them and how much George Lucas was paying you to hire them from you! Granted all that last stuff isn't in the actual book, but ex Props hire person R. Rankin assures me it's true. When I first read this book I was sitting in the bath. Time flew by. Every so often I had to top up the hot water, right up to the point where the boiler was empty! Take my advice, buy this book, but don't read it in the bath or you'll end up freezing certain parts of your body off! Reviewed by David V.Baker | 
