I really enjoyed this book. For me the recurring themes of love, grief, happiness, acceptance of our lot and our ability to steer a course through our lives fitted well with the plot Rawson wove and it was easy to move from her fictional context and try to apply them to the here and now. I found the story fascinating at times, funny at others and at times unbearably sad. It made me wonder how much of my memory of the past is real and how much is imagined. And if something bad happens to me, can I make it good by just wilfully re-imagining it? And how does this wilful re-imagination work on our future perceptions? Should we just accept our fate (I use the term very loosely) or struggle against it? The setting of the story, in a post-apocalyptic Melbourne where only the very rich continue to experience an affluent lifestyle and the use of time travel to move backwards and forwards was a great setting for this type of questioning. It neatly underscored the questions the book raised about our re-imagining of our past. The style of her writing is fantastically paced for this and the Salvador Dali-esque surrealist feel of it fits perfectly. A great little read that made me think and feel.