First, pre-reading advise: have plenty of aspirins and indigestion pills close-by, you will need it.
The Book I will recommend for Amusement only. It has no significant importance or value, but the author (for personal vanity and need for glory and recognition, and acceptance), believes 100% it does, and he does keep forcing the imagined value down the readers throats with fabulous, marketeers-tricks, of ‘tall-tales’ of ‘important connections, and statute.
For the reasons of the pills, you will need aspirins for the re-occurent bolts of painful headaches, as he introduces more new vocabulary and concepts than any other writer I have ever met. For the indigestion medicine, simple, his vanity, and his me-me-me, will turn your stomach in-out, and wear out your eyes, with all that rolling, all also for simple reasons of his affluent background, and his hypocritical bashing of others, while throughout he commits same crimes (but this seems to be unavoidable to all writers).
Anyway, in short, it is a good winter book, to keep your head occupied away from the coldness out there, and to past the terrible times.