But somehow, even with that foreknowledge, there is a surprising amount of detail unearthed along the way, the ending holding more weight than would have seemed possible at the get-go. The secondary title page and the preface tell you outright whose story this is, and that the story ends with a murder. This process of discovery, however, was part of the charm of the book. In retrospect, I feel a little silly that it took me almost the entire 395 pages to figure out what was plainly in view. After the title page, there is a secondary title page with a different title and author. I knew something different was going on with the structure of the book before I even reached the preface or read the first sentence. My justification: why, the other one can be passed on of course, and as the new one was more like almost new and only $3.I feel not a shred of guilt. (I'm going to be brave here and confess that I did something ultra-book-geeky: I purchased a copy of the pretty version, since I plan on keeping it on my shelf. Thank the good authors, however, that the innards stay the same regardless of the colors and fonts on the exterior. The book I read was decidedly less lovely in outward appearance. Don't you love the cover to that book? Alas, that isn't the cover on the book I own.
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