I was so immersed in this fictional book, mostly narrated through letters. Dori G, who is a young woman still under her mother's thumb, endearingly curious about and sheltered from the world, trades heated yet tender letters with the painter. As the correspondence between Pollock and this dynamic young woman opens up, so do the lives of the characters in the confidential tone that only a life in letters can offer. I love this form of storytelling, but I'm often disappointed in books that attempt it. Not so with What May Have Been. I was 'in there' for the romantic banter, the details revealed about their lives outside of one another; I was there devouring each word of each letter.