Dark, gloomy, full of threatening shadows; not a book to be found reading on a late November evening.
I knew Alexâ€™s great secret long before anyone else did. Sometimes I think I knew even before Alex had admitted it to himself. Certainly I found it far easier to accept than he did. I remember the words he used when he first told me. He said, â€˜I think I might have something wrong with me.â€™