Full disclosure: I gave up on this novel halfway through; with that said, I’m still marking it as read—I feel as if I have read it as, at the point at which I threw in the towel, the monotony and repetitive dialogue and almost predictable rise-in-the-chain-of-command ascendancy of Frankie Fitzgibbon...
Who is Lulu Peloquin? The reader can't ever be sure, because Lulu never lets herself know the answer. This shy, deliberately unassuming girl was fascinating to me, not so much because of that deliberate enigma, but because of the paralells I saw between myself and her. Or, rather, how I used to be, ...