What can I say...?

Not much really, other than ‘unexciting’ and ‘depressing’. This book doesn’t get you going at the start and continues to drone on about David’s fate and all the ways he could possibly come to his death.

This book also leaves you with some loose ends, un-tied knots, for example why Agnes wanted the photographs, and her obsession with David/Justin.

David is a rather dull character, and slightly odd with his imaginary dog. All in all I don’t really want to read another Meg Rosoff book any time soon.