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It's hard to describe a book that is in itself an epitome of description. Raw and beautiful, each sentence deserves to be read, reread and internalized.

But that may not really be the case with The Riders. You feel you just want to read the next sentence, and the next. Before you know it you are drawn into its world and Scully's journey through Europe, his little daughter tagging at hand, through the extremes of anticipation, search and heartbreak.

Scully is man that has been preparing a house for his wife and daughter to come home to. However, on the day that he awaits them to come, only his little daughter arrives. His search through every possible place he knows his wife could be takes him not only through Europe, but also through an inner journey the reader will identify with, and feel its heartbreak, the falsity of illusions.

Since its a very readable, very engaging book, the risk is that you read it too fast, and miss out on some of its beauty.But then you can always go back to page one, and in no time you'll have experienced the journey afresh. And it will speak to you just as though you are reading it for the first time, though with a better understanding now.