My mind. She is blown.
Seriously.
I picked up this book because I had put it on my to-read list some time in the past (said list exists, it's nearly 100 books long and growing) and recognized it while browsing through the library. I had assumed it was standard literary fiction. Then I started reading and realized it was an intricate and compelling mystery. Then I got halfway through the book and, as I said, my mind was blown.
I loved this book, loved it in that absolutely unputdownable way that happens, now and again, for no good reason. The excellent characterization helped, as did Renner's ability to make you care about the interlocking layers of mystery. And, of course, the joy both he and I, as the reader, took in the book's evolving weirdness. Everything about it was just so well though out and equally well executed. My only problem is, given how oddly the book sits between genre lines, figuring out how in the world to recommend it.