Isn't it odd? We seem, somehow, to have got in between the covers of a book. We're in the middle of someone else's story. It's a frightfully queer feeling.
I loved the two main characters, Bobby and Frankie, especially because, despite being resourceful, they were still amateur investigators and very often quite naive.
Even if the identity of the culprit didn't surprise me that too much, the investigation was very intriguing. It was a very pleasant reading, perhaps also because it's a little different from the usual.