Briony and her sister live in a strange swampy backwater of England in an early 20th century that still hangs witches. She can see the magical creatures of the bogs, but had been warned against telling by her late stepmother. She's an unreliable narrator and the story is wholly filtered through her jumbled and fanciful adolescent mind. The truth of her situation is fairly obvious to the reader so it is a little frustrating to watch her struggle. Billingsly manages to make her quirky trains of thought charming along with her preferred beau - for it is a romance also. The reader does well with the voices and I stayed in bed on a Sunday morning to enjoy the end.