"Do you ever think about tulips?" he asked. "I think about tulips all the time. My mind is filled with tulips, the colors and variations."
I started this book on Easter, on a two hour drive: only about a chapter or two. I had to finish the last sixty or so pages tonight, because the lending period ended tonight.
And that was very hard because this is a suspenseful book. I just cared so much for the narrator and everyone her life touched. I wanted her to make the 'right' choice, or at least end well...and yet this whole thing takes place just before the economic meltdown. It's kind of devastating emotionally.
This isn't a novel of events or actions. It's an emotional arc, set, of course, on the dramatic background of high finance Wall Street.