Usually I drop a book when nothing happens until I am about one-third of the way through but I felt I owed it to my book group to plod on. Moving at a glacial pace this book never grabbed me. I must have read the book carefully because I knew by the end of the first part what actually had occurred so there was no surprise when the truth was revealed. This is the only novel I have read by this author but found the writing style to be torturous. I found myself skimming paragraphs about observations being made by characters I didn't care about. I must be in the minority, but I don't understand what was so magical about this book. I've heard the author's novel Amsterdam is wonderful. Perhaps we should have read that one. This was a disappointing book.