Utterly enthralling as the view of an investigation from the inside—complete with dead-ends, ambiguous clues, and a messy overall shape. What struck me the most were the little games that Woodward and Bernstein play with an enormous variety of sources, chipping away at their hesitance to get a few new facts and shake loose another facet. Feels like trying to cut down a tree with a butter knife.

I was initially surprised that they wrote the book in third-person, but after a second of reflection it's clear that was the only way to do it with two authors, and without constantly trying to identify the narrator or who "I" was referring to at any point.