Dominick Dunne's last book, and it was as enjoyable as all his others. I love trying to sort out who is supposed to be who in his books- this one seemed to be about Gary Condit, and the Safra murder/fire whatever the heck happened there. His books always leave me wishing I had 17 coats of persimmon colored paint on at least one wall in my house. And flowers, lots of flowers.
