Just as I love music that challenges its audience, I love books that do it too. While Snakes is not my favourite Sadie Jones novel - that still has to be The Outcast - but it's the one that, like Dylan at Newport, is her most transformative. Like the snakes of the title - who are essentially metaphoric - Sadie Jones has already shed a skin or two in an 18-year career and it's this novel that the suggests she has the potential to continue doing so.
I hate those 'ending explained' posts generated by certain novels and never look at them until I'm finished. If you can't make your own decisions about an ending, you're missing a vital facet of the reading experience. Without giving any spoilers, Jones takes us down a path that might bear resemblance to a thriller, but there enough clues to its artifice to mean a conventional thriller ending would be a huge disappointing. Thankfully, we get something else.
At least, that was my feeling. A quick look at comments on the internet revealed a number of readers who were disappointed by the way the novel ends, even betrayed by it. It seems they've not picked up on what, for me, this novel is really about: Snakes is about the impossibility of finding closure: an ending offering us precisely that would be the real betrayal.