This is really more like a 3.5 for me. I'm quite glad I read it, but it was also not quite what I was craving (which is not really a fault of the book itself). For a Moore book this has a more subdued pace and sense of humor, and it almost reads like straight historical fiction. Almost. It's a book primarily about a place and time, in this case Paris 1890. If Impressionism or olde Paris interest you don't hesitate to pick this book up. It left me craving a trip to France, or at the very least to the art museum. And as an added side bonus I learned a lot about art history. Cool! On a final note, I think the thing keeping me from connecting to this book was the characters. Moore went to great pains to research these folks and make them authentic, which I appreciate but meant they were missing some of that Moore charm for me. That may be why the only character I really took interest in was Bleu.