You fall into this book, into Wesley's world, and you become a behindling, following the storyline like a fish on a hook. You've no idea where you're going or what the outcome will be until the final full stop on the last page.
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She'd consumed the best part of a litre of apricot brandy and she hadn't even peed yet (or expressed the slightest urge - Wesley couldn't for the life of him work out how she'd managed it; her bladder must have been fashioned from industrialised rubber.)