I just... am I not cut out of modern day thrillers? The descriptive writing about LA and the art world and Kim Lord's paintings in the beginning was great, and intriguing. However, the central mystery and narrative plodded along at a decidedly un-page-turnery pace. There were so much meandering when something crucial was at hand, by the protagonist Maggie looking out the window or touching a leaf on a plant when an investigator was about to tell her something. It doesn't make much sense in the end, either. The resolution felt undeserved for how long it took to get there. Perhaps I should just stay away from this genre for a time...