First Sentence: From the fifth floor of the Valhalla, I looked down onto the small courtyard.
Back of the book:
An electrifying debut novel about the power of dreams to destroy, of memory to distort, and of what it means to be home.
Mark Wilkinson has three names. He left his own behind in the rainy north of England. American immigration knows him as Joe Novak. And at the Valhalla, the mysterious complex where he sells lofty ambition and dark desires, he goes by Mr. Jones.
Since he was eighteen, Mark has been running away from his small town, his vanished mother, his broken father. But one night in Las Vegas, shocked by violence and ambushed by memories, he is propelled back to his real name and his real past. Back to Bethany Wilder: carnival queen , partner in dreams, and tragic ghost.
Quote from the book:
Las Vegas, you realize, runs not on money, but on the perniciousness of hope.
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Last Sentence: “Anywhere,” I said, “anywhere at all.”
Preferred the stories, but the novel’s not bad.