This is the book I finished reading last week. You should try it, because it is everything I like in a book.



Good if you like: hotels, pigeons, time travel, the one about Kavalier & Clay. I read it five pages at a time. It is about my neighborhood.

In fact I also feel this way about her first book.



Meg and I saw her read from it in 2005 at a women authors series held in a tiny basement room of a bar named Lolita, which we attended on a whim with dozens of exciting women who all seemed to know each other and could not all fit downstairs. The series broke up a few weeks later.

I finished reading it on a twin bed in an unheated duplex in Connecticut. It is not about my neighborhood.