It’s a quick read—beautiful pictures. It chronicles a long stretch of bric-a-brac tourist-ing in flea markets and curio dealers around the world. I found her descriptions of the places I’d been much more lyrical than my own experiences—in some ways, reading the book was better than actually going there in person. The photos are mostly of what she’s collected, still lifes, which are objectively fascinating, but subjectively, they remind me of all the clutter and knickknacks I have also picked over time and which are, I hae to say, much less photogenic.