My rating: 3 of 5 stars
This book uses its prose as carefully as an out-of-work showgirl uses her last good pair of stockings, though sometimes it seems that armies of sluggish minutes drag by while you're reading. And, sometimes, the plot fell apart like a bride's pie crust. I found the characters more unbelievable than a four-ace poker hand and as seedy as a spring garden. Though I read this on a crisp morning, with just enough snap in the air to make life seem simple and sweet, at times my soul felt as empty as a scarecrow's pockets. The plot is heavier than a dead man, which is heavier than a broken heart. But the writing was worth it; a metaphoric plethora.
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