While not a thriller, hardly a mystery, and shamefully predictable, the story advances quickly and the writing keeps the reader held, if not enthralled. Save for the last chapter or two, which read hasty and utter garbage, I was unconsciously forgiving the few problematic undertones, sparse through the book. It is only until the end of the book, a mere twenty pages away from the end, where the verge of a rape apologist is tipped over into pure and utter garbage. This book is disgusting. Lippman is gross. This made me feel gross. I can't believe this was part of the library's "best of" recommendations.