Have you ever read a book that you thought was so good it made you just a wee bit sick? A book that catches you big time in that tight and tiny space between being a reader and a writer. That insufficient space where the air is thin and you walk your own double yellow line. A book that makes you as reader say, "oh, oh I love this book sooo much, please never end." But you as a writer say, "oh, oh God. She is sooo good, so good..."
I just finished Kate Morton's The Forgotten Garden.
All I can say is that it was everything I hope for when I pick up a book and everything I work for when I sit down at my keyboard.