I hardly know where to start because my first impression is a wandering labyrinth of thoughts that end up with, “I want this book!” Beginning with the personification of the wind on the first page and the memories of the sounds that a heavy wind evokes, this book calls out to be read and perhaps to be understood. The murder becomes its own character and I love that the narrator calls the book a “whydunit” as we join him in his quest to know why the murder happened. I am intrigued by the notebooks that the narrator keeps, by the setting on a windy and isolated Greek isle and by the fact that I don’t yet know the victim, much less who could be responsible for the death. This book begs to be read and the mystery unraveled as the narrator invites us to do. What a stellar start to a new Alex Michaelides book! This one promises to rival the first two in depth and provoking thoughts beyond the realm of the normal, so I can’t wait to read it.