I reread this recently, and I had completely forgotten the entire plot of the story, which was amazing. It allowed me to enjoy every moment again as if it was brand new, because as far as my memory was concerned, it was new. This book was not a challenging read, per say, but it was incredibly exciting. The mystery is really a mystery. I'm the kind of person that can figure out who done it usually within the first few chapters after the big mysterious occurance occurs. But it was not so with this book. I honestly had no frickin clue. And that made the big reveal even more epic and intense. Then there is the non-mystery part of this book. The characters are incredibly real. I felt like the Goops were my own siblings, and I fell head over heels in love with Duncan. I love the characters with all of my heart. I mean, if I had to pick a favorite, I could. (It would be Edmund because 1. I love that name 2. He's from Russia 3. He is protective of his sisters, which is adorable and 4. He doesn't get nearly enough credit in the book.) But I would never admit that I play favorites. When I finished reading this, I had to pull myself out of Blackthorn, that rainy British town. I forgot where I was, forgot I wasn't there. I was a little bit heartbroken when it ended, because I wanted more. I want more to their lives, more to the story. But if I have to settle for what is there, it's not really settling at all. The murder mystery, the mystery of who Julianna is, where she came from, and what those voices are is absolutely enthralling. The relationships made, broken, and fixed feel like the opposite of fiction. This story is written very nicely, and I cannot wait until I forget about it again so I can read it for a third first time.