This book was not at all what I expected. The title suggested the game of Clue, which I enjoyed playing as a tween. I'm unsure how that would translate into fiction, but this didn't appeal to me at all. I would never have persevered with it, but it was one of only two books that I had with on a hospital isolation ward, recovering from Influenza A. The TV was dreadful, they were deadly serious about the isolation, and I had neglected to throw my tablet charger into my bag. In my defense, I was mostly trying to breathe and stay upright.
I am not a puzzle solver, generally speaking, so the proffered brain teasers didn't excite me at all (and while you wrestle with the flu virus, your brain isn't up to snuff any way.) I also have to say that I really didn't like ANY of the characters. Especially our main narrator, Harry Crystal. He just seemed like such a sad sack. His own estimation of his talent was low and that opinion rubbed off on me.
I finished up a couple of days after getting home. It felt like putting my hospital stay in the rearview mirror. I am sure there is an audience for this, but it somehow failed to charm me. I hope others enjoy it more.
