I read this in one effervescent gulp on a plane. It was a daytime flight, so I had to stay awake for my own good, and Lady Eve's Last Con kept me from noticing that I had been awake for 24+ hours. A heist novel, a comedy of manners, and a romance all rolled up into one gilded outer-space confection like some kind of literary gougère. Ruthi, a minor con artist in the throes of separation anxiety from her little sister, sets out (unasked!) to revenge herself on the wealthy cad who abandoned and impregnated said little sister. The best way to do this, of course, is through the most convoluted identity-cum-marriage hornswoggle ever devised. Unfortunately, this brings Ruthi into unexpected contact with some other, concurrent, far more life-and-death hornswoggles afoot on the glamorous Space!Art Deco station… and said cad's alluring and suspicious sister, Hot Butch Tuxedo Mask! How will our plucky main character get out of her predicament, and possibly into HBTM? With heaps of style, a genuinely touching story of personal growth, and a venture into outer-space kashrut law which made me guffaw from my middle seat and tied the whole glorious romp together in its combined absurdity and sincerity. A book for yiddishekopfs.