I found that reading this book was like separating wheat from chaff. Mainly because of the over-use of similies (or is it metaphors?) The story itself started out OK, but I got bogged down in the (too) many comparisons ("the newsroom looked like a cabin on the Marie Celeste," "When she moved she sounded like a mobile in the wind," "a monochrome sea as flat as an ancient mariner's nightmare") used as descriptions. Somewhat clever, but tiring at the same time. Not sure if the mystery was well-plotted since I gave up around chapter 5. Maybe having read and enjoyed a number of Charles Todd's Inspector Rutledge books recently slanted my opinion on writing styles away from this type.