Beauty really isn’t keeping my interest, so started this. Blurb compares it to Possession, One Hundred Years of Solitude, The Club Dumas…rarified air and the thought that it might belong amongst those books is making me very excited about the prospect. So far: good. Not quite breathless, yet. But solid. I love the circuitous, labyrinthine cemetery of lost books, but I think it would be more memorable if everything in the story wasn’t so foggy and twisted. Needs a contrast. Of course, he’s young (narrator, not author- no idea) and youthful perception might be at fault. We shall see.