Riveting and utterly engrossing. How Barnabas Miller manages to deftly maneuver between moments of deliciously snarky humor, poignant teen angst, family dysfunction, budding romance, and sly class commentary, while wrapping it all up in a dark, twisted, Hitchcock-worthy page-turner of a thriller about love and evil, I’ll never know. Clearly, he’s some kind of stealth writing demi-god bent on making us all miss our train stops. Mission accomplished, sir.