If the confession that recontextualizes Augustus Landor’s entire investigation—and his bond with Poe at West Point—gave you chills, The Murder of Roger Ackroyd is a perfect next step. Christie’s classic deploys a quietly deceptive narrator whose version of events seems solid…until the final turn makes you rethink every prior scene. As with Landor’s late revelations about the cadet deaths and his hidden motive, the narrative sleight of hand here is fair, shocking, and immensely satisfying.

Did the late-game reversal about who orchestrated the West Point horrors make you gasp? Fingersmith doubles down on that sensation. In this Victorian gothic, a young thief and a sheltered heiress are drawn into a con that keeps shedding its skin—much like how the supposed occult conspiracy in The Pale Blue Eye gives way to a more personal, harrowing truth. You’ll get the same meticulous clues, betrayals, and a mid-story pivot that forces you to reinterpret every character’s motive.

If you were drawn to the bleak winter atmosphere of 1830 West Point, the cadets’ mutilations, and Poe and Landor poking through morgues and secret societies, The Alienist offers a similarly dark immersion. In Gilded Age New York, Dr. Laszlo Kreizler and his team chase a ritualistic killer through slaughterhouses, brothels, and police corruption—echoing the grim autopsies and institutional shadows that defined Landor’s inquiry. It’s rich with forensic detail and a sinister, unrelenting tone.

If you loved how the West Point campus became a sealed crucible—cadets, codes of honor, and whispered rituals—The Likeness traps you in an equally claustrophobic world. Detective Cassie Maddox goes undercover inside a tiny house-share of graduate students, where intimacy turns suffocating and every conversation carries hidden stakes. Like Landor working the mess halls and barracks corridors, Cassie’s case hinges on small spaces, close relationships, and secrets that can only fester in a closed circle.

If part of the pull was watching Landor’s cool logic fray—especially as the case entwines with his past and Poe’s morbidity—Shutter Island will hit that same nerve. U.S. Marshal Teddy Daniels hunts a missing patient on an isolated asylum, but the deeper he digs, the more the case reflects back on him. As with the revelations that peel back Landor’s motives and the cadets’ supposed occultism, the truth here is as psychological as procedural, and it lingers long after the final page.