I read this novel weeks ago, and have been thinking about how to review it ever since.
On one hand, you've got this fantastic Gatsby-esque story, yet it feels unfair to call it that, as though it's trying to live up to something that's already been done, or worse yet, setting it up for failure by making such a claim.
This is a story...about a girl, trying to discover herself and find her independance in a city and a society that would be just as content to chew her up and spit her out, during a time that was altogether charming and brutal, a story about best friends, unrequited love, cads, and tycoons.
Yes, it has it all, but that's just it...no one thing dominates here, it's as charming as it could possibly be, but there are not life lessons, no "Aha!" moments, just a lovely story about a plucky girl, and a golden age, that I heartily recommend to those who, like me, just love a good story!