If one takes Wharton as a model for a book, there is always going to be that feeling of repressed emotions, heaving bodices and words left unspoken but read into. All fine and well and makes for a well-manner read but I feel it makes it bloodless and stifling at times and maddeningly nonsensical as the omniscient reader. This is a thin book. More of a novella and less a novel and while it is a quick read, feels slight and the ending predictable.