When I finish a Tana French novel, I want to be a detective, and when I finished this one, I wanted to be an anthropologist. I suspect that don't like people enough to want to act on that---on either, probably---but that's why fiction is so fun. 
 I read this novel between an early dinner and a late bedtime one night, which is an unusual but pleasant occurrence for me. Even more pleasant was reading about people experiencing intellectual euphoria, which may well be my favorite kind of euphoria. There were a couple of times where things tipped precariously towards melodrama, and I found the geography and the tribes difficult to keep straight at times, but aside from that, I loved this novel. I can't remember why I put it on my to-read list in 2014, but I'm glad I finally read it.