Ah, friends, I‘ve just endured a spotty reading week where I got stuck on a sports romance, then fought my way through to the end of SPRING SNOW. It was good enough that I wanted to finish it, but not so gripping that I wanted to read it straight through, so I read another chunk every time I finished something else. I‘d say it‘s worth reading on the whole, but the last 75 pages were a real slog and I dunno if I‘ll continue the quartet.