This is well-written, has excellent characterisation, is extremely well-paced and well-structured... and yet I ended up skimming it to get to the end. I wanted to know what happened, but I didn't want to read this particular book to do so. But I had to. Because this was the book it happened in. Does this make sense? Hell no. I think the problem was it's a book that slipped so smoothly and ingeniously between genres, from mystery thriller, to literary study in grief and loss, to ghost story, to horror, that I just couldn't get properly invested in any of them, but the underlying story still packed such a punch that I needed resolution. Urgh, I hate writing bad reviews of books that I admire from a technical standpoint.