" It seems like the further along I progressed in this book, the lower my opinion grew of it. Carol Goodman is, to me, an example of how an author can be very clearly knowledgeable on the historic facts and research of her book, and yet still not come up with a good novel. The book started out on a high note, with the wonderful descriptions of an early 1900s women's art commune in upper state New York, a decrepit cottage with Morris chairs, wallpaper with designs of "wilted lettuce", and carvings on the furniture and fireplace. But as the book progressed, the plotline became more and more implausible, until the very end of the book, when the final twist leaves you rolling your eyes in agony. I am definitely not the only reviewer who found it to be so...many people have complained about Carol Goodman's seeming talent for starting a story that hooks you in, only to end it in an utterly over-the-top yet anticlimactic way. "
— Grace, 1/28/2014