Now I understand why so many people said 'this is by far Melina Marchetta's greatest masterpiece'. The slow introduction and delayed unravelling of the mystery are all her trademarks. And I think I made the right decision to read all her other books before this one. Because nothing could have compared and perhaps I might've been disappointed in her other works if I compared them to Jellicoe Road. I just don't know now. My emotions are wrecked.