A novel within a novel....
I blame Pirlot for all the murder mysteries I have been reading, her, or The New Yorker. Anyway, this was one of those books that I could actually read for hours at a time. I will not give away any details here, but the novel within a novel is great, rather than too precious. At times the book may be too clever for its own good, but I think that is actually the point.
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