I wonder how we will regard bestsellers in two hundred years time. On this book's cover, it is, as customary, flashed that it was on New York Time's bestseller list for over 50 weeks. What is history's take on that? Maybe not a timeless classic, but definitely worth mentioning that there were many other to compete with, and in these times, it does not only mean authors.
I liked most of it, anyhow (except the end, which leaves a less impression but helped out on generating forgiveness): it kept me awake wanting to finish the read, a good sign. The styling, if not photoshopped (which cover is not), is a rose dipped in liquid nitrogen (it freezes almost instantly) and then stylishly crushed. Just as the lives of several people in the book: beautiful (at least to themselves and to others and successful) and then something sudden happens to each that turn things around. I like the moral and consequences vaguely discussed in internal monologues in a modern setting (timeline is: now). And how the lives are interconnected. And that this is an Australian author, not American. I once intended to have read, and being able to name, two authors from every country in the world. This will not be author number three, after Bryce Courtenay and Colleen McCullough.