I have never been so afraid of a book. I have never felt so stupid and helpless and struck dumb than when trying to comprehend any one of Jones’ complex characters. This novel is worth the risk of an emotional roller coaster, even more than the brooding bad-boy type you have your eye on. I might be a little melodramatic, as the setting for the story is so deceiving that I find myself even now questioning whether the book really was that thrilling, and I’ve just finished it. But, oh, it is.