“You read people’s books, and you think you know them. They’re having a conversation with you for hundreds of pages, and there’s an intimacy there that you develop on your own. I really loved Henry McTavish. And then I got here, and the drinking, the excess, the look in his eyes as he handed me the key … Maybe now I think my picture of him was wrong.”

-Benjamin Stevenson, Everyone on this Train is a Suspect, p. 155