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Gregory David Roberts creates an extraordinary sense of place. The heat, traffic, monsoon rain, food, poverty and constant press of humanity make Bombay feel less like the setting of the novel than its most commanding character. When Lin is walking through its streets with Prabaker, living among the residents of the slum or trying to understand the customs of Prabaker’s village, the book has an energy and warmth that explains why it's remained so important to so many readers.

Richard arrives at Hampden College in Vermont after an unhappy childhood in California. His parents are neither wealthy nor particularly interested in him, and he's already learned that the truth about his life won't take him where he wants to go. He begins reinventing himself almost immediately.

Grotesque escalation can produce horror, but repeated extremity eventually flattens feeling. Once every doorway leads to another atrocity, atrocity becomes expectation. The reader might continue because the solution remains tantalising, yet the emotional response is narrowed to shock.

A white bird sits inside a black and thorny tree. Five drawings left by a woman who died during childbirth form a hidden image when placed together. A young boy covers part of his picture in heavy black strokes. A murdered art teacher leaves behind a landscape that appears to record his final moments.

My youngest daughter assured me I would love Strange Houses. After all, she knows me! Knows I love a good mystery.

Each tag insists that he existed in a world determined not to notice boys like him. The city can paint over the letters, but for a brief moment he's left something behind. He's occupied space, and he's made himself visible.

Rather than remaining confined to a single storyline, Vince finds himself exploring a range of communities and motivations. The inclusion of the Amish community, the political campaign, and the strange run of gambling success all seem disconnected at first, but Pomare clearly has a knack for bringing disparate elements together in very clever ways.

Private investigator Reid reluctantly returns to the town he once vowed never to see again after being hired to investigate a fatal car accident. What begins as a routine insurance enquiry quickly expands into something far more complicated, with missing teenagers, old scandals and long-held resentments intertwining until it becomes impossible to separate coincidence from conspiracy.

Although the mystery is compelling, this is really a novel about grief. Not simply the grief of losing a child, but the grief of losing certainty.

Alicia is, in many ways, the still centre of the novel. Everything moves around her. Doctors, journalists, lawyers, Theo, who is the psychotherapist fixated on her case, all attempt to interpret her, and to translate her silence into something they can understand. But the more the novel unfolds, the clearer it becomes that Alicia isn't as passive as she appears. Her paintings, particularly Alcestis, hold more truth than any spoken explanation could.

Momentum is a strange kind of power in fiction. Some novels persuade slowly, almost imperceptibly; others seize you outright, pulling you forward with such force that resistance feels pointless. Along Came a Spider belongs, unmistakably, to the latter. It is not a novel that lingers at the edges of a reader’s attention—it insists, from its opening pages, on being followed.