Wow. I bought this book at the airport, and my first impression prompted me to look up the author information to figure out how this person ever got published. Author of "more than a hundred novels"? Yikes. To be honest, I never finished the book. I found it unreadable. There may be an interesting story in there somewhere, judging by the praise other reviews here have heaped on the thing, but I couldn't find it. All I found was a painfully juvenile writing style, lacking in sophistication and any attempt at literary finesse, for example: "Once the reservation was made, she found herself thinking about her father. He'd been a good man. He'd loved her mother so much, and her, too. And he'd even loved Cutter Merlin, she thought." The book reads like it was authored by an eighth grader. The insert advertising romance novels in the center of the book would have been a clue, if I had noticed it before I bought it. I guess if Heather Graham can get published, there is hope for the rest of us.