I wanted more out of this book but also less. It felt very long without being very satisfying. The history and characters of Frank Lloyd Wright's early to mid years are intriguing, but the whole love affair was downright bizarre and frankly a bit harlequin (although disappointingly less steamy). I could not really tell what she saw in him. I thought he was a first-class a-hole. A genius one to be sure, but I just wanted to punch him in the face. He's like one of those boys in college who tries to get into girls' pants by talking about Goethe and operas and the sublimity of nature. And she fell for it. Yuck.
I did like the setting of turn-of-the century Chicago and Europe, and I also liked that the author tackled the struggles of women in this time period. Strangely, the setting and subplots entertained me more than the central story.
What really made this book a 3-star instead of a 2-star for me was the ending. While it's a true story and not really to the author's credit, it does make the whole thing pretty darn unforgettable.
In short, if this book were a pizza order, I would say it needs to be a medium rather than a large, add some more sauce and spices, take it easy on the cheese and anchovies. Mmmm, pizza...
PS--My book club did the Frank Lloyd Wright Home & Studio tour in Oak Park after reading this book. It's worth every penny if you have the opportunity.