While this book was absolutely a page turner, I found the experience of reading it to be fairly unpleasant. I think it's probably an objectively good book, it just didn't mesh with me. I will typically pretty gladly read a book to get to the hidden information which is dangled out of my reach precisely to compel me to read it, even if I hate that I'm so easily hooked. In this story the narrator had a mysterious accident and suffers from amnesia surrounding the event. No one in her family will tell her the things she doesn't remember, which gets tiresome after a while. Furthermore, the things that occupy her time in between were not completely engaging me, since it's mostly just hanging around their private island. The poetic style the narrator employs from time to time didn't work well for me and I'm not a big fan of an unreliable narrator because I have to wonder the whole time about what are the real truths. Probably should have seen that coming with the title of this book so I only have myself to blame. The experience of reading the book made me feel sad and anxious. And then the ending really messed me up (this was the best part of the book though.) Even though I didn't love this book I can tell I'll be thinking about it for a long time.