I was prepared for this to suffer from second book syndrome, but to still very much enjoy it. I was not prepared to sit clutching my head and staring out into the middle distance for at least two thirds of this book as the plot thickened, and thickened, and thickened until I had to give up trying to be clever and figure it out and just see what was ahead. I am particularly furious at how good the manipulation of tone was throughout the different sections, never giving anything away but still carrying so much weight. Also I started acting like harrow while reading this book, covering myself in a black scarves and collecting bones from the seashore. I don't know what that says about the book, more about me maybe.