Heller’s decadent mix
of linguistic flourishes and biting humour - immediately apparent in
her previous novel – is perhaps more restrained here, waiting until
after the understated prologue to come into play and wow the humble
reader. Save for the occasional
slip, Heller avoids common cliché in both her descriptions and her
details which touch on human weakness with nuggets of piercing accuracy
and that clever breed of wit which wavers between sardonic and
sympathetic...

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