Final thoughts on Havana Bay and first and last lines

Not much more to say but I loved this book. Oh-and it turns out Tobias Fünke wasn't a Never-Nude after all, he was an Abakuan.

First line:

A police boat directed a light toward tar-covered pilings and water, turning a black scene white.

Last line:

Snow outlined lampposts, gutters, sills; packed against truck tarps and wing mirrors and on the collars people clutched up to their eyes; down one flagstone wall of the river and up the other like sparks from a chute; turned the trees of the park into whitecaps; made each step a visible memory and then covered it over.