This book was recommended to me by my wife, and I can very much mostly see why she found it so powerfully compelling (and/or compellingly powerful). I really didn't. The characters didn't do much for me--especially not the narrator, who doesn't seem to me anything like as clever as she and/or the author think she is. The blurbs make it sound like a mystery, and it kinda starts out that way, but the sound of axes on sharpening wheels eventually becomes deafening. I had hopes, but it was nearly four hundred pages of underwhelm.
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The Fox by Frederick Forsyth
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