A quick and fabulous read that is anguishingly predictable at every turn, yet somehow more enjoyable because of that fact. It is set in 17th century Amsterdam against the backdrop of tulip-mania (think of it as the olden day equivalent of real estate speculation, only instead of houses we’re talking flowers. Yup, flowers.). It involves a young wife, a house-maid, a painter, an illicit affair and an illegitimate child upon whose life a web of lies and money, a lot of money, is staked. But how much is enough? And when does desire slip over into greed and obsession?
This is historical fiction at its best – it piqued my interest in a subject I knew nothing about, and spun a great old yarn at the same time.