I decided to start with The Westing Game. Good choice! I have loved it from the transition from the first to second page:
End of page one: Then one day (it happened to be the Fourth of July), a most uncommon-looking delivery boy rode around town slipping letters under the doors of the chosen tenants-to-be. The letters were signed Barney Northrup.
Turn the page: The delivery boy was sixty-two years old, and there was no such person as Barney Northrup.
Muah ha ha! Brilliant. More on this book when I finish.

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