Reading The Engineer's Wife, I regretted not having walked the bridge during my time in New York. Its Manhattan end wasn't far from the Wall Street firms among which I began my career; the problem was, like so many New Yorkers, I worked such long hours I didn't savor any of the city as fully as I might have wanted to. I plan to make up for this once our new era of social isolation ends and I can travel to the city again. In the meantime, The Engineer's Wife let me travel in space as well as time, experiencing the project when it seemed more like an alarming risk than a city icon.
Read my review of the novel here.