I just finished this today. I don't know why my reading has fallen off so much in the last year. For the first 26 years of my life, I read voraciously. Then suddenly I just didn't want to so much anymore. It feels very odd.
I enjoyed this book a lot. It's really two stories, the first about the creation of the World's Fair in 1893, the second about a serial killer who was operating in Chicago at the time. For a history lover like me, it was a really fascinating read. Like Laura Hillenbrand's Seabiscuit, it is a nonfiction book that reads like a work of fiction.
