The Glass Hotel, by Emily St. John Mandel was quite a disappointment after Station Eleven (which I realize I read almost two years ago). She is an excellent writer, but the whole novel my mind kept saying, “ok, ok, enough setup, when is the actual novel going to start…” And it never did. Characters were introduced, put through their paces in the context of the Madoff ponzi scheme, and then, well, that was it. There really was no denouement and the small mystery that may have been very important as was constantly hinted at throughout the novel turned out to not be very important.