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Book Review: The Interpretation of Murder (JustMyThoughts)

 The Interpretation of Murder

         -by Jed Rubenfeld(Author)

The Interpretation of amiuder us a Crime-thriller novel . The book is quite interesting to read as it keeps the reader involved with it deeply.

At various instances, the book provides words about the works of Dr. Sugmund Freud in the field if Psychoanalysis.  The characters in  the book also involves some real life people like Dr. Sigmund Freud and Carl Jung.

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The book basically deals with a fictionous story of solving a murder mystry and an assault.The case is undertaken by Dr.Younger. taking psycho analysis as a powerful weapon.The turn of events is constant throughout out the novel where no one can predict what could happen on the succeeding book ( most evidently, on the last parts).

The ending 20%of the book  left me stunned as everything I was expecting  didnt turn out to be true. The story turned upside down.

The writing style of the Author is quite impressive and the obsession of Dr.Younger with Hamlet is evident too.

All the mysteries and the reasons for the thing that have already been done hides in the book.It's  an  intriguing read.

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Coraline ( Ghost story )

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Thank you 

ANU.

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