For some reason this book much more notice than other British mysteries yet it seems to be exactly like all the rest I read. I guess it's slightly darker but not much of a difference to blow away your expectations. Like all other British mysteries it's long with constant monolgues about how people feel specifically about anything under the sun. I don't get that part of British mysteries because I don't feel too strongly about much of anything(other than books obviously) and it would be nearly impossible describe how all the things described in the book affect me other than as vaugely good or bad. There's a lot of mind-reading in them as well from their facial expressions which is completely BS but that is in a lot of US mysteries as well now. The main story is alright. I don't think the other 2 stories were amazing but they were good enough. The main narrator remembered some stuff suddenly but that kind of went nowhere. I wouldn't I have felt cheated if 100 pages were taken out. 
 Just remembered this book had no ending for one of main storylines. I hate open-ended resolutions usually but this was ridiculous. There was nothing.