The first fifty or so pages I was thinking "It's beautifully written. I usually hate that." And I thought about putting it down. I think it was the description of the art which really convinced me to keep going. After a while I began to appreciate the purely mundane bumping up against the magical In the end I really enjoyed it a great deal. Far too much to use words like "luminous" or "lyrical"; it's earthier than that.
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