I found this to be a riveting page-turner. I would find excuses to stop what I was doing so I could read this book. I even read it when I was walking home from school, only looking up every few seconds to make sure I wasn't going to run in to anyone or when I was crossing the street.

Reviewer Ruth Franklin of The New Republic said it well:

"Every reader had a first love, most likely in childhood: a book that we could not get enough of, and guarded selfishly for fear that someone else might come to think of it as their own; a book with which we identified completely; a book to which we probably would not want to return as adults for fear that it might not live up to our memories... Over the years our capacity to love books becomes dulled by repeated frustration. Every time we pick up a book, we expect to fall in love; but after a certain number of disappointments, our expectation turns to mere hope; and eventually we give up even that.

But no true reader ever gives up entirely. We still want to be moved deeply; we are still looking for books that, as Orwell put it, will burst the thermometer.

Of all the books that I have read as an adult, the novels of David Mitchell have come closest to resurrecting my own childhood reading utopia."

Amen, Ruth. Amen.

There is some language in it and reference to "colorful" lifestyles, though not detailed. Probably PG-13.

If you love a good yarn that gives you a satisfying ending then I highly recommend this book. You get 6 masterpiece endings for the price of 1!