Gabe would never write this because he'd hate to read it.

- Nathan Persimmon is fabulously wealthy, he comes from old money and an established family. They've been in New England since the earliest of times and come from England with a history that goes back to a valiant hero on the losing side of the invasion in 1066. He has a beautiful girlfriend named Alayna Shathmore that comes from an equally wealthy family, but they're of new money.
- The conflict comes when Nathan decides to be the common man and forsake his wealth and family history. He's tired of being the rich kid and wants some adventure. Alayna leaves him because of it, and though he loves her he gives up on it because it's part of all that he doesn't want to be part of.
- Nathan goes west to California and meets a young artist named Mary who shares his new worldview. She loves his fancy body and she is shallow, but she's not what he came from so he believes that fortune has smiled on him and takes her as his wife.
- When Mary dies of an unfortunate disease, Nathan returns to the now-vacant family home and searches for his lost love Alayna. What he finds is that she's married his arch-playground-enemy and that they have a litter of six children. Nathan is shattered anew and sells the mansion, goes back to California, exhumes Mary, has her embalmed and sleeps next to her glass coffin for eternity.

- The whole story is filled with the high-talk of the Old-New-Englanders and with contrived attempts at Artist-speak that reek of the wrong era and shallow research. It's one of those books that makes you squirm once a page because the characters are such hollow a$$-holes and have a completely unrealistic worldview. They seek an Earthly Utopia when none is possible. I hate when writers do this, it shows that they completely don't get our world. Perfection will not happen in our world, it's not possible. Rant, rant, rant.