It's about time.Finally, I got some real bootlegging action! It's not a real prohibition book unless some illegal liquor is consumed and guns are pulled. And the flyboy...oh, the flyboy. I was able to fully to commit to love him this time. OH, and...I won't let on which of the 3 err 5 male love interests said this....LET'S GO HOME AND GET BUSY....but I had a moment of would this have been said in the 1920's? when reading it (and yes, it WAS in all caps). Apparently, he really wanted to get busy.Is it sad that in a lovely (and heartbreaking at times) book, this is the only quote I highlighted? When book 2 suffered from a case of the middle-series slump, I was worried that a tarnish had been put on Godbersen's writing for me. After living the emotional rollercoaster that was The Luxe, I was surprised to find that I wasn't on a constant wave of gut-wrenching feels with this trilogy.But hot damn, did book 3 bring it. THAT ENDING...good lord, that ending. This author is the queen of unpredictable. I didn't expect anyone's life to turn out the way that it did, even though I had a hunch that at least 1 of the 3 girls would have some sort of issue crop up. *hats off* to you, Anna. I had my doubts there for a minute, but you managed to pull it together in the end. This was a great conclusion to a trilogy which takes place during my favorite time period of all.I'm doing an imaginary Charleston for you. On a ledge. With my friend Meg, who also read this.