I seemed to have spent the summer reading books that...really weren't that good. Not awful, just not that great. I picked this up at the airport because I'd read The Birth of Venus some time ago and had begun Sacred Hearts but was forced to surrender it to the library when I left Victoria.
And aaahhhh. When you read not-quite-the-ticket books, what a relief it is when you finally get into the hands of a good writer. Must hit the library for Sacred Hearts soon.