I’d been meaning to read this book for months. No, years. This was just one of those books that circled around my reading lists vaguely for forever, before a copy finally fell into my hands via a mailbox library in Portland. Then, I didn’t even get around to reading it until after we’d moved to LA! Part of it is that this book is over 700 pages. Not unreadable, but definitely not some summer beach read. This book was a commitment. But you guys, once I started reading it? Hooked. And that’s an accomplishment because the book starts out in a dark, dark place. By chapter two I was interested, but also horrified at what the main character is going through, and I thought about it often. To be honest, I still think about it quite frequently. But don’t worry, it gets better! This was somehow the easiest 700+ pages I’ve ever read. It was one of those rare books that doesn’t have a lull in the middle part, it keeps you interested the whole way through. I honestly can’t recommend this book enough if you want a wild tale of love, loss and art theft. 10/10 recommend!