Luke is a surgeon working the night shift in a dull, backwater town. He thinks he's seen everything, but one day a mysterious young girl is brought into the ER--she's ranting that she's killed someone and she's covered in blood, but there's not a scratch on her. 
 Winds up this girl, Lanny, is immortal. And when Luke helps her escape from the hospital and the police, she shares her story with him--one that starts in this same backwater town, nearly two hundred years ago. 
 For everything I enjoyed about this novel, there was something to counterbalance that. I loved the historical aspects--life in this remote, northern town, where women had to trudge through waist-high snow in their skirts and the entire town sat through four-hour church sermons. These details suck you in. Even Lanny's childhood love for the beautiful Jonathan, though juvenile and a tad irritating, was believable. 
 But once Lanny leaves town, I completely lost interest. Which is unfortunate, because that happened fairly early on. 
 Much of the story is focused on some loose interpretation of "love," where people are either infatuated with others or themselves. And by my own personal rule, I should have stopped reading when this "love" turned into blatant lust and rape. There is nothing "loving" or appealing about it, and it takes up a good majority of the tale. I didn't even buy Lanny's love for Jonathan, because we don't even know Jonathan--he's the most beautiful creature alive (no, really; there's not one character who disagrees) and has trouble keeping it in his pants. Why was she devoted himself to him for so long? 
 There were things I enjoyed at the end, when Lanny returned to the town. I thought she was showing some sense of maturity, but it didn't last. Even beautiful, perfect Jonathan was a weak character to the end. I cared little for their fates.