A “Miss Lonelyhearts” for the Great Recession. Millet’s quiet sparseness is not to everyone’s taste, but her “takes” are thoughtful and her dialog tags quietly cutting. Narrator Paul Heitsch reads in a deadpan, unsmirking saunter well attuned to the author’s comic rhythms. This book is not as gentle or antic as some reviews suggested, and he as reader “gets” that. This book is not her biggest or best, but I think it is uncommonly thoughtful, small- and big-c Catholic… and consequently unmarketable. I miss when she goes really dark, as in her unforgettable George Bush Dark Prince of Love, but there are flashes of those teeth here. Hope for more of those teeth next time as the world burns.