I don't often like books where I feel I can't trust the narrator, but this book had me mesmerized. Was anyone else reminded of the Kristen Stewart movie PERSONAL SHOPPER? I kept on remembering the feeling of mystery, the unknown, the ghosting, the imagination, the lack of communication, that I got when I watched that film. What really happened to the narrator's husband? We will never, ever know, and I am so, so happy about that. I felt like I was swept away to Greece, trapped observing a woman I did not trust but couldn't stop staring at. Marriages are never written like this. This marriage was feeble the whole way through. It was believable. This book is not romantic, it is raw. It is truthful while lacking so much truth.