That's what this is: a funny, sad, happy book. Probably it would have been easy for her to do another book set in the area she knows, music, but instead she has branched out into something different, into poker, the sort found in family backrooms and dingy flats and the internet. Her heroine is unusual, a woman who sorts her peas into prime number groups, and has a background note of loss in her life from her father, missing, presumed playing poker. Wener is constantly readable; sometimes the chapters are short, bite-sized gulps, sometimes big pieces you bite off, but always page-turning. And she's especially good at describing the texture of real life, the gritty detail that makes up any day.. or night.