This volume picks up several years after Griffin and Sabine's disappearance, resuming the story with the rather odd postcard addressed to Matthew. More characters are introduced, adding to the tapestry of penmanship and stationery and countries both real and imaginary that make up this series. I can't say that I fully understand everything that's happening--something to do with alchemy, and telepathy, and a sinister figure--but I love it, anyway, in the pure and trusting way that one loves something that defies full comprehension. (Don't most things worth loving do?)

There's so much pleasure in reading this series, in opening each envelope and reaching back in for something you missed (a nude photograph) or being surprised when something tumbles out of the folds of the letter in your hand (a ticket). It's ergodic lite: If House of Leaves is a domme with her high-heeled boot on your neck, then Griffin and Sabine is a bratty bottom who's going to pout and sass but ultimately let you have your way with her. Which is fine by me... I find brats charming.