Oh you psychological thrillers of The Beautiful Mind and The Sixth Sense type, how I love the gymnastics you put my mind through. In Dennis Lehane's Shutter Island, I was so sure the story was going in the direction that was being played out on the pages in front of me that I didn't even flinch when the story took an *a-ha!* turn somewhere around the time Chuck disappears. No problem, says I. Teddy's suspicions of the institution's nefarious alter-intent is just coming to light, that's all. In another chapter or two, the doctors' hidden human-experiment lab will be discovered and all will be revealed. The two partners will escape on the ferry and return with the authorization they need to have the place shut down. Case closed. Sure, the holes and inconsistencies in the story are getting bigger, but -ehn- that's all part of the intrigue - probably be some more cool plot twists up ahead too. Even when things start to so obviously unravel, I still hold out for my theory. But then, the ending? The actual ending? *slapping own forehead* Of course!