A book of interesting - if naively drawn - characters (though the character of Biba is explicitly written in a "Please cast Kiera Knightley in the film" fashion that is obtrusive), and an interesting plot that engages. Sadly, the prologue and a few clunky bits of foreshadowing give away all the twists at the end of the book to anyone paying the least attention (the theory of Chekhov's gun has a lot to answer for, especially when writers blithely rattle on about the gun on the mantelpiece and then expect the reader to be surprised when someone gets shot with it). A bit of a muddle, really.