This book is terrible, the words of Dorothy Parker come to mind (not to be tossed aside...).But I won't utter them, I'd leave that to the author of this atrocity, who seems to think sickly flowery prose, name dropping, and every 2 paragraphs (rough estimate I had stopped counting after awhile) alluding to Greco-Roman mythology, makes a good writer...actually, make that she thinks makes a great writer, because it is painfully obvious she thinks she's the cats meow literary-wise.This book is total poop.Near impossible to read as it is so laden with metaphors and overly descriptive tripe one must stop periodically to stop from wretching.If you're considering buying this book, don't do it, unless you are a fan of Emma Tenant's other work (which I wouldn't understand anyhow even if her writing had improved 100%)