A review by menfrommarrs
The Epicure's Lament by Kate Christensen

3.0

In the beginning of this book, I so related to Hugo Whittier’s defense of solitude. His arguments for it had me rallying a cheer of my own for hermits everywhere. Oh, to not have those around you, want a piece of you.

Cheering now? Not so much.
SpoilerI found out that Hugo is really a meddling self-serving jerk.
My idol has feet of clay.