I hated this book when I was in elementary school and tried to give it another chance. The plot is still meandering and nonsensical, the characters are all still horrible and obnoxious, the instalove is nauseating . . .

A book with so many plots it truly had none at all: a boy in love with a girl, the same girl in love with another boy, another girl in love with that boy, a mother with a murderer for a son, the filming of the movie Psycho. Each story is told in bits and pieces so the reader is left to piece together the chronology and the actual happenings. It's interesting, and lyrical, but aggravating because so much is imagined by these flat characters that it's hard to know what's real. Munoz spent so much time saying what didn't matter that in the end I felt like nothing did.

This cleverly crafted mystery achieves a difficult task: it is an enticing mystery as well as a psychological study of war, PTSD, love, and grief. Taking place after the end of the Great War, Ian Rutledge is back in England with a voice in his head from "shell shock" and a desperate need to be an inspector again, to prove his wellness and sanity. Highly recommend to any mystery / history lovers.

The plot was abysmally poorly done, the writing childish, and the dialogue fake than Sunshine's "unique" fashion sense.

The scariest thing about this book is that a tree died for it to be printed.

Such a good origin story.