I must say there was some initial reluctance going into this book. It sorta kinda sounded like women’s fiction, a very specific type of lachrymose sweeping romance. And wouldn’t you know, in the end it actually was a potentially tear inducing grand (Grand Central based) epic love story, but it was so, so good, I didn’t care. In fact, this book drew me in from the first few pages in a way few books do and managed to sustain that level of emotional engagement throughout its not inconsiderable girth. The description features literary comparisons to famous works (as these descriptions are won’t to do) and here they are actually not undeserved, although for me it was also very reminiscent of the movie Age of Adaline, mentioned nowhere, but a comparison in my opinion well deserved. Both tales of timeless women stuck in temporary challenged love stories are very lovely, albeit in their own ways. The lady that isn’t in a blue dress on the cover is Nora Lansing, a 23 year old spirited young woman who, due to a tragic and miraculous set of circumstances, gets stuck in the Grand Central in New York, her presence inextricably connected to a solar spectacle known as Manhattanhenge. There she meets and falls in love with a leverman, a mad wild crazy passionate love affair circumscribed by the seemingly impossible geographical restrictions not to mention familial obligations and then a world war. I probably shouldn’t say much more here, the description says it all, in fact the description gives away too much as descriptions often tend to, I’m glad I didn’t read it prior to reading the book. I wanted to be surprised and I was, pleasantly surprised, delighted, charmed. Actually love, yeah, not too strong of a word, I loved this book, which made some of much frustrations with it all the more…well, frustrating. And please do not read the following if you haven’t read the book, it might give away too much. If you’ve read up to now, you already know I recommend you read this book, but now it’s time for me to vent out some thoughts, so here it goes…Yeah, not everyone gets to ride off into the sunset together, but that doesn’t mean we aalk off into the sun alone, does it? Seriously? Why? Whatever became of love conquers all? Omnia vincit amor my ass. For all its grand romance, this ended up very much being one of those loves that altered when it alteration found. I’m not sure why self sacrificial love is so de rigueur, but frankly it just didn’t seem necessary. Dramatic, yes. But not necessary. Surely there can be found a way for one person in a couple to travel solo and then return to their loved one. My fiancé has done it marvelously. To go through all that the main characters go through and then separate for what seemed like fairly trivial reasons…frustrating. Yes, she would have stayed young, but so what, she would have aged mentally. For a couple that starts off with a 10 year age difference to suddenly make a huge deal out of a 20 year age difference later on seems silly. Yes, that may have been before celebrities have made such thing ubiquitous, but even back in the day it wasn’t unheard of…Chaplin, anyone. Yes, they wouldn’t have had kids, but so what, there are plenty of childless happy couples out there. Plus if Nora was so concerned for her rapidly aging beloved…maybe he was aging out of kid having age anyway. For all the sweeping grand romance of it, for all the waiting and all the challenges and all that magic, for all of it to end over what it ended over seemed to have trivialized their love. In fact it just seemed like two people who have sorted out their priorities and decided to call it quits and for various reasons (mainly because it makes the best story) told themselves and each other it was for their partner’s own good. Which is fine, it’s realistic and there are plenty of stories like that, but this just didn’t seem like that kind of story. This seemed like it ought to rise above all the tedious triviality of life. I mean, it had magic, real freaking magic. So you would have expected more. Well, anyway I did. I expected more. I was so engaged with the characters and their story, I actually wished them a proper fairy tale ending or something like it. After all, Age of Adaline worked it out. Plus the author in her afterword said she based it on her own relationship, which despite its challenges did not in fact come undone, so it made it all the more unfair that it should work out that way for the couple in the book. I mean, what sort of a message is that? Vampire Bill had to die to free Sookie Stackhouse to love and breed in an ordinary way. Or, more recently and of a much higher quality of entertainment, Jackson Maine went and offed himself to give his wife a chance at musical success. All this self sacrificial (or as the case in book, faux self sacrificial) crap can be packaged and sold as romantic, sure. But for me personally it seems that the greater romance is one that conquers challenges and works despite them, not one where you can glamorously walk off into the sun. There is much to be said about the selfishness of selflessness, but then again this already might be my longest review ever, so I should probably wrap it up. If you read the entire thing…wow and thank you. May this rant have enlightened or at least entertained you. I did love this book, despite all this. Thanks Netgalley.