In her first novel, gone, Helena Echlin writes about a timeless subject -- locating one's sense of self and reconciling who we once were with who we are now (and leaving plenty of room for who we might become) -- in a fresh and invigorating story. I loved her entertaining comparisons that effectively contrast the way the same ideas are conveyed between England and America; e.g., "chatting up" versus "hitting on," which sounds so much more civilized in England but which has the same crass meaning. After the first two chapters, she had already layered her characters (even the ones we hadn't yet met) with enough complexity that I wanted to know all about them, and I knew I was in good hands with a talented writer who would make them interesting and at the same time real and believable. My litmus test of good characterization is when I have a visual image of the people and events while I'm reading a book, and I felt that I was simultaneously watching a movie as the story moved along. This is a first novel by an author who was born to write, and who fortunately has chosen this medium to let us in on her unique point of view of a world that is not at all what it seems on its face.