I really enjoyed this novel--read it in two quick sittings.
I was enthralled by the characterization of Christine, convinced that "S. J." has to be a woman, but was amazed to discover that this novel of intrigue and poignant observations of normal as well as abnormal life was written by a man; a man who, obviously, much to his credit, is totally in touch with his "feminine" side. The action is both contemplative and fast-paced while, at the same time, riddled with subtle clues as to whom "Ben" really is and what really happened to cause Christine's total memory loss. "Who did this to me?" is her persistent theme and she, through Watson, opens all the stops to find out.
While I did find the ending a bit too trite and bit more contrived that I expected as I raced through the 258 pages, I did find the author's first foray into the world of novels a stunningly contrasting, compelling read that melded the genres of mystery, intrigue, romance, and psychological terror, tinged with a bit of a historical, albeit modern times, bent.
I am looking forward to the author's next literary effort.