I was very curious about this book. I mean, a murder mystery involving Sigmund Freud and Carl Jung? Now that’s an interesting premise. Unfortunately, the book did not live up to its promise. It was cheesy and contrived and Rubenfeld’s attempt to recapture the writing style of the time was only sporadically effective.

For the most part it was just too much: too many characters, too many sub plots, too many plot twists and waaaaaay too much analysis of Hamlet. Yes, I said analysis of Hamlet. By the time I was three quarters of the way through I realized that I didn’t really care whodunit.