I barely feel competent to review this book, after reading some of the earlier reviews. It's like some of the reviewers are busy trying to be "literary super reviewer" and pull out all the stops, and there's a certain irony there, because one of the shining things about this book is the crisp and clear writing. Even in the "genres" within the book where the nature of the thing is to be a little florid with the prose, Mitchell is spare and the writing is beautiful for it.
Suffice to say, I adore it. And I was so apprehensive about reading it, but like many others, the film trailer just tempted me so, and sent me scurrying back to the pages. And now, I hear from fans of the book, I'll probably love the movie too, albeit not quite so very much.