Night Film, Marisha Pessl
There's a lot -- A LOT -- going on in this book. Some of it feels a bit overdone, but there are profundities hidden amid the swift-moving story of a journalist trying to unravel an auteur's daughter's mysterious death. To wit, nestled in a chapter about how one character got herself to New York is the following observation: "It was never the act itself but our own understanding of it that defeated us, over and over again." It's rather interesting particularly in light of the way that Pessl plays with shifts in perception, of what's real and what's not.