This is a novel by the award-winning author Ann Patchett.
Sabine was an assistant of the magician Parsifal, who also happened to be her in-name husband. But Parsifal was gay; he loved Phan, the Vietnamese software designer who shared Parsifal's life and who became Sabine's dearest friend. Despite this, she maintained with Parsifal a 20-year vehement yet platonic relationship. However, at the beginning of the book, both main male characters were dead of AIDS, leaving the disconsolate Sabine behind with a plethora of memories of the time they had together. She is also left bewildered with the flabbergasting news that Parsifal wasn't all he claimed to be - that his family wasn't dead at all like he told her. It's a discovery that sets her on a journey to find out about the truth, and to claim a surprising new love of her own - with Parsifal's sister, Kitty.
In general, I think this book is okay, and would give it a 6/10. The story is mildly intriguing and the characters are generally well-crafted. However, there are something irritating about this book. First off, the most frustrating thing is about this book is that it lacks CHAPTERS, making me find it hard to decide when to put the book down for the night! Secondly, the ending was just too abrupt, unsatisfying and anticlimactic. What I mean is that I expected the book to have an exceptional ending but all of the sudden it was over, leaving me go "what?" with the ludicrous and predictable ending that I didn't anticipate. However, overall, this is a good read for those who enjoy those kinds of poignant, heart-wrenching love stories. :)