Hello my wonderful beardy blog readers and welcome to my list of February books. Once again I’m pretty amazed at how many books I have read this month. Clearly I have nothing better to do, but I’m good with that 😉
Let me know what you think if you read any of them, or if you plan to. I’ll link to any review I’ve written in the title.
2. Sweet Pea – CJ Skuse (HQ) 5/5
3. The Seven Deaths Of Evelyn Hardcastle – Stuart Turton (Raven Press) 5/5
4. Cursed – Thomas Enger (Orenda Books) 5/5
5. Killed – Thomas Enger (Orenda Books) 5/5
6. When The Serpent Bites – Nesly Clerge (self published) 5/5
7. Deep Blue Trouble – Steph Broadribb (Orenda Books) 5/5
Author: Johanna Gustawsson
Publisher: Orenda Books
Wow! WowowowowowowowowWOW! Where do I even begin with this stunning book? It’s going to be nigh on impossible to review this beauty without spoiling it all, so you’ll just buy it and discover it for yourselves. But until you do, here’ s the blurb:
“Falkenberg, Sweden. The mutilated body of talented young jewellery designer, Linnea Blix, is found in a snow-swept marina. Hampstead Heath, London. The body of a young boy is discovered with similar wounds to Linnea’s. Buchenwald Concentration Camp, 1944. In the midst of the hell of the Holocaust, Erich Ebner will do anything to see himself as a human again. Are the two murders the work of a serial killer, and how are they connected to shocking events at Buchenwald? Emily Roy, a profiler on loan to Scotland Yard from the Canadian Royal Mounted Police, joins up with Linnea’s friend, French true-crime writer Alexis Castells, to investigate the puzzling case. They travel between Sweden and London, and then deep into the past, as a startling and terrifying connection comes to light. Plumbing the darkness and the horrific evidence of the nature of evil, Block 46 is a multi-layered, sweeping and evocative thriller that heralds a stunning new voice in French Noir.”
Now, if that doesn’t pique your interest then you seriously need to reassess your views on crime fiction.
Block 46 takes place across two timelines: 1945 – present, and the present. I’ve made that sound slightly more confusing than it is, but it really isn’t. As you can see from the blurb above, a young, talented designer Linnea Blix is murdered and her friend Alexis Castells, a true crime writer finds herself in the hunt for her killer. Along the way she reunites with Canadian profiler, Emily Roy, who is called in to investigate the murders of several children in London. The pair had met previously whilst Alexis was researching a book about Fred and Rosemary West, as you do, Together they form a partnership of sorts in the hunt for the murderer that spans both London and Sweden. You can figure out the rest from the blurb.
Both Alexis and Emily are very strong characters. Alexis’s life is turned upside down after the murder of her friend. She is still recovering from the death of her partner some years before, and is a slightly closed book emotionally. Emily Roy is an exceptionally talented and perceptive profiler, on loan to New Scotland Yard in London from the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. What I love about her is that although she is a skilled and remarkable profiler, she is also flawed; she overlooks details in her over-assuredness. Basically, she fucks up. Not in any huge way, but enough. She’s aloof and lacks some basic personal and social skills when in the throes of her profiling, but also displays empathy and kindness with the friends and relatives of the victims when required.
Block 46 is not an easy read at all. Emotionally it packs one hell of a punch. Mike Tyson levels of punch. This is a book that will stay with you long after you have closed the final page, put it on the shelf, sat down, had a drink, hugged a loved one, done the weekly shopping and, yes, even had a little poo (or any other bodily function – I’ll leave that one up to you). Jo (and through her translator Maxim Jakubowski), manages to create whole passages that frankly repelled me to my core. The antagonist/s in this story are thoroughly repellent individuals. There are parallels in this book, both in tone and in the profiler protagonist, with Jacqueline Chadwick’s Ali Dalglish series, particularly In The Still (my review here). Not in terms of story, but most certainly in terms of the revulsion that the perpetrators of the crimes detailed instilled in me. I didn’t think I’d read a book that was so thoroughly disgusting in its acts as In The Still, well, I was wrong there! This isn’t criticism at all; it is a true testimony to the skills of both writers that they can create words and situations that evoke such feelings in a reader.
Some of the most disturbing moments in this book though come from the events detailed during the war years in the the Buchenwald concentration camp. Of course, the characters here, Erich Ebner and his fellow prisoners, are fictitious, but the main staff of the camp and the atrocities that they committed there most certainly were not. Stories like these often resonate more, I feel, with people of my generation, as we quite often have relatives who witnessed the war, and in some cases, the horrors of the concentration camps first hand. My own paternal grandfather Harry, who I never knew – he died at the very young age of 59, several years before I was born – was one of the first troops to enter Belsen at its liberation. From what I understand he never spoke of what he saw there, but this book has sparked my interest to maybe try to find out. Sadly, there are very few relatives of his generation still with us – my grandma died when I was 9 – but I may try to discover what he witnessed there some day. In the book, the horrors, beatings, and downright degradation meted out to Erich, and to his fellow prisoners during their time at Buchenwald, make you wonder how anyone ever survived and went on to live their lives in a relatively normal way in the post-war years.
Once again, this is a book that is best left for the reader to discover for themselves. To say any more about Erich’s story, or of the investigation in to the crimes committed here, is to truly spoil the joy of this utterly remarkable book. Jo has crafted a novel of exceptional depth, character and emotional resonance that should be enjoyed and discovered as spoiler free as possible. Jo doesn’t waste her words; she never lingers more than necessary to describe the scene or to convey the emotions of the characters. In fact so much so that as the end of the book approached I thought that we were going to be left with a cliffhanger into her next book, Keeper! It’s no spoiler to say that this isn’t the case though, and it’s also no spoiler to say that the finale is truly wonderful. The last part of the book thunders along to it’s conclusion, resolving in a highly emotional and most satisfying way, to me at least.
Confession time: I read the last 100 pages or so if this in the pub. As a single chap, and a rather unsocial one at that, I rarely ever go to the pub alone; I feel like a bit of a gooseberry sitting there all alone with a pint and no-one to chat to, but recently I’ve decided that I need to shake off this feeling and get out more. So, short story long, off to my local ‘spoons I went for breakfast and to read. Why, I hear you cry in despair, the bloody hell am I telling you all this for? Good point, well, as I read the last few pages and closed the book, I had tears in my eyes. Yes, not only was I feeling slightly silly for sitting all alone surrounded by families, couples, friends, etc, but I was sitting there all alone blubbing like a fool, ha! But they were tears of immense joy; of huge satisfaction of being part of something so bloody brilliant. I doubt anybody actually noticed of course, but I had to compose myself and have a few larger than anticipated mouthfuls of Doom Bar to stabilise myself 😉 There really aren’t many books that have this effect on me. Yes, there are books that I love unconditionally, but few that move me to tears for whatever the reason (except any book, especially How To Be Brave, by Louise Beech)
It comes as no surprise at all to know that this is yet another Orenda Books success story. Karen Sullivan, Queen Bee of Orenda, is an extraordinarily perceptive publisher. I have no affiliation to Orenda at all, but without their books, my current love of reading outstanding crime fiction, and from there discovering other books/authors from other publishing houses, simply wouldn’t exist. I thank you Karen, sincerely from the very bottom of my beardy book loving heart.
I think I’ve maybe said enough now, don’t you 🙂 All that is left to say is buy this book! Savour every page and then buy her next book, Keeper (this is already out in eBook – buy it here – but I’ve ordered the paperback, out in April, so I can shelve it and look at it lovingly. Maybe I’ll hug it, too.)
Highly, highly recommeded.
Hi Beardy Book Blog Chums.
I’ve decided to post a monthly update of the books wot I read. This is partly to bore the arse off of you all; partly because that’s what book bloggers do; partly to keep track of the books I’ve read; and partly because see the previous three partlys, in case you have already fallen into a coma and have just come around after reading the first two partlys.
Writing this list I’ve really surprised myself as to how many books I’ve read in January alone. I’m quite astonished, if I’m honest.
So, without further ado, or adon’t, here, in no particular order, is the rundown for January 2018 (links in titles where I’ve written one):
2. Pierced – Thomas Enger (Faber and Faber) 4/5 (RidicuRating(TM) 10/5 (50/5 for the series))
4. Hydra – Matt Wesolowski (Orenda Books) 5/5 (RidicuRating(TM) 60/5)
5. Briefly Maiden – Jacqueline Chadwick (Fahrenheit Press) 5/5 (RidicuRating(TM) 30/5)
8. Deep Down Dead – Steph Broadribb (Orenda Books) 5/5 (RidicuRating(TM) 20/5)
9. A Suitable Lie – Michael J Malone (Orenda Books) 5/5 (RidicuRating(TM) 60/5)
(A version of this post appeared on my Goodreads a while back, but I’ve tweaked it so it’s practically new)
Louise Beech. You may have heard of her and her books, then again you may not have. If you fall into the former camp then I love you *smoochy smoochy kisses*. If you fall into the latter camp then shame on you. Shame. On. you! But seriously, this post is an appreciation of all things Louisey. Well, her books at any rate. If I haven’t lost you already, and you are still reading this, then quickly pop and boil the kettle, maybe open a bottle of whatever tickles your fancy, settle down and read on and take the wormhole/yellow brick road/glass elevator/stairway to Beechy enlightenment…..
Author: Steph Broadribb
Publisher: Orenda Books
Deep Blue Trouble (DBT) is the sequel to the rather splendid Deep Down Dead (DDD) (see my review here), and follows on immediately. Now, if you haven’t read DDD I strongly suggest that you do do (hehe, I typed “do do”). Steph gives away the whole kit and the kerboodle of DDD within the first 50 pages or so. So, you have been warned. Don’t say I didn’t warn you otherwise I shall send my mum round and no-one needs my mum round. Not even me.
DBT is another rip roaring, hum-dinger of a book by Steph. As I’ve mentioned above, it follows on immediately from the events of DDD with our protagonist and all round kick-ass heroine, Lori Anderson, presented with yet another dodgy as shit-but-has-to-take-it job, this time bringing in Gibson “The Fish” Fletcher for wobbly FBI guy, Alex Monroe. Now, before we go on, Gibson “The Fish” Fletcher isn’t some Guillermo Del Toro amphibious creature type played by Doug Jones who has escaped from some secret government facility and is on the run stealing bottles of Evian to throw over himself and squatting in people’s hot-tubs and swimming pools, no, as cool as that would be *takes breath*. He is a thief, specialising in robbing from boats moored up around the marinas of Florida, approaching them unseen from the waterside of the boat. Anyhoo, one sunny day his simple, everyday robbing turns to…….moider! I mean……murder, apparently slaughtering a rich couple in their boat, leaving their two young children to witness the extremely bloody aftermath. Now I saw apparently because, this being a Steph Broadribb novel, of course things aren’t as simple as that. PAH, Steph laughs at your idea of simple. She mocks you and your preconceived ideas of what a simple storyline is. She does, I’ve heard her. Well, not heard her, that would be weird as I don’t know her, but I have imagined her laughing at you. Ummm, where was I? Oh yeah, anyway, without giving too much away, Lori is forced into taking the job to find Fletcher, apprehend him and bring him back to Monroe (the aforementioned wobbly FBI dude), in order to save her one-time mentor JT’s arse.
To say any more about the plot would obviously spoil the huge fun to be had inside this book (and to also ruin DDD a bit). Steph knows how to construct a tightly plotted, breathlessly paced, action packed, character driven novel that reads like the best blockbuster action movies you’ll see at the moving picture houses. There’s twists and turns and set pieces aplenty. Lori herself is a great character; rounded, assertive, fallible, likeable and compassionate, and she is ably assisted by a great supporting cast of varied characters; some of them likeable, or grow-to-likeable, and others utterly unlikeable; those whom you can’t wait to see get their just desserts.
While both DDD and DBT are connected, they can be read as standalone books in their own right, as long as you don’t mind spoilers for the previous one, and the way is left wide open at the end of DBT for the inevitable third book – and hopefully 4th, 5th, etc books.
Deep Blue Trouble is an enormously fun read that you’ll finish in no time at all. Roll on the third installment. RidicuRating(TM) 50/5
Author: Nesly Clerge
Publisher: IngramSpark (self published?)
My thanks to Shayla Raquel for the opportunity to review this book 🙂
When Shayla contacted me on Goodreads and asked me to review this book I admit I was a little thrown. Firstly, I’d never been asked to review a book before, so I was nervous. Secondly, I thought that Nesly Clerge was a made up name. I’m ashamed to admit that, but it’s true. I thought: this is a spam message if I’ve ever seen one. But a little Googling revealed that I was indeed an idiot and Nesly is a real person *face palm*.
And you know what? I’m very glad that I did because this book is a cracking read.
When The Serpent Bites is quite different to the books I would normally read. It isn’t an out-and-out crime novel. Neither is it a thriller of the kind I’d normally read. I guess that if you had to categorise it, WTSB (for the sake of my poor fingers on this keyboard), is a character driven psychological drama. It follows our protagonist, Frederick Starks (or just Starks, as he prefers to be known), as he royally fucks up his life and goes to prison. Silly, silly man.
I have to say that WTSB starts very abruptly indeed, throwing us straight into the action. So much so that I thought that my Kindle hadn’t downloaded the first few chapters of the book. I do feel that the beginning could have been structured better; maybe starting with Starks already in Jail and flashing back, but it works. Just.
Frederick Starks himself is a very good character indeed: he’s deeply flawed, acting on impulse, quite often letting his emotions very much get the better of him at the wrong times. He’s not a particularly likeable person; he is a very rich man, believing that showering people with money equates to showing love, or buying loyalty; if not trust. He is a stubborn, arrogant bastard, too. He refuses to accept his role in the break-up of his marriage, but there are chinks in his armour – moments throughout the novel where he begins to see and show understanding. But is it too little too late?
Story wise the basics are thus: Frederick Starks is a man who has everything; a successful business, he’s very wealthy, has a beautiful, loving girlfriend. He’s estranged from his wife Kayla, and his three kids. They’ve been separated for a year at the start of this book, but Starks just cannot let go. One fateful night Starks goes around to the house of the guy she’s been sleeping with, Ozy Hessinger; the man Starks believes destroyed his marriage. He wants to confront Ozy and tell his wife, in front of him, what a cheating bastard her husband is. This does not go well. It doesn’t go well at all for Starks. Ozy goads Starks, pulls a knife and it all goes tits up very fast. In a fit of rage he batters Ozy to within an inch of his life, leaving him in a coma. The police arrive just as Starks is battering the living daylights out of Ozy with a glass bowl and thus, from here on in, Starks’ fate is sealed:
“He’d only wanted to humiliate Ozy. No, that wasn’t true. He’d hoped to destroy Ozy’s family, just as the man had destroyed his. Just, God, not in this way. Now the proverbial dominoes were tumbling, each one striking the next as they fell. And, it seemed this would continue, until none were left standing”
This book is not a fast paced action thriller; it’s a book that takes it’s time. It delves deep into Starks’ psyche. It explores what it takes to make a person do something so apparently out of character and the consequences that come with those actions. It’s part courtroom drama, part psychological thriller and, for the most part, a taut and tense prison drama (there’s one scene towards the end of the book that literally had my heart racing as I read it). Starks’ journey from successful rich businessman to the new ‘fish’ in the maximum security Sands correctional facility is very well handled. There are no huge surprises in terms of story beats really; man breaks law, man goes to trial, man is found guilty, man goes to jail, man rises up through the prison hierarchy…you get the idea, but Nesly Clerge writes with such skill and conviction you’d believe he’d actually been through this himself (*quick Google check* No, he hasn’t). This book has clearly been researched very thoroughly. Along the way we get to know who Starks was before the incident, how he met Kayla, how he built up his business. Of course we also meet other characters that have an important part to play in Starks’ story; some friendly, some most definitely not so friendly.
After a admittedly ropey start, for me at least, I grew to love this book. It was tense and gripping, urging me to read on until very late at night. There are two more books in the series (When The Dragon Roars and When The Phoenix Rises), and I cannot wait to see how it all plays out. 5/5
Earlier today I was in my local Waterstone’s perusing the Crime section when I overheard the following exchange (I do not know their names, but if I did I would change them to protect the idiotic):
Teen: I feel like this bookshop wants me to buy Lee Child books. (points to books on the shelf) One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Ten, Lee Child books.
Dad (I presume. Could’ve been another relative, or, and this is Hatfield, her boyfriend. Or all three): Would you like one of his books?
Teen: But they’re too big. And I think that the chapters will be too long.
Now, this isn’t a post about Lee Child books; I have yet to read one and I’m sure that they’re splendid, but it was the comment about chapter length that got me thinking about writing this (after the urge to shake this child by her shoulders and remonstrate her for her method of choosing a book – more on this point later).
When I read a book I always read a chapter at a time. What I mean is that I can’t just put a book down mid-chapter and resume again later. To me, a chapter is a logical stopping point, should one need a wee-wee. Or a poo-poo. Or just to get on with those annoying things that get in the way of reading a book. You know, like, life and shit. Chapter length can quite often dictate how fast I might read a book, even if it’s an absolute doozy. That ‘one more chapter’ thing, depending on time, state of mind, tiredness, etc, can live or die by the length of the following chapter. But, it would never dictate whether I would actually buy a book or not. If that were the case I would never have read a Stephen King novel. Can you actually imagine that? *shudder*
In many of the most recent books I have read the trend has been towards shorter, snappier chapters. A great example of this are the books of the brilliant John Marrs (@johnmarrs1 on Twitter). You may have read The One; The Good Samaritan; Welcome To Wherever You Are (which I’ve yet to read), or When You Disappeared yourselves, and if you haven’t I strongly, nay, insist that you do. I’ll wait…………………done? Ok, a few minutes longer then…….done now? Good, we shall continue.
Ok, where was I? Oh yes, chapters – the point here is that John writes in short, sharp chapters; the longest barely covering 6 pages in some cases, but he still manages to get all the characterisation, plot, tension and suspense in there and as a result of these that ‘One More Chapter’ effect takes hold very easily and I fly through his books. Waaaay back when I were lad, I loved Shaun Hutson. His books were gory as hell, great fun and, you guessed it, had very short chapters (I lost track of him over time, something I need to put right). I breezed through them like a teenager gets through tissues, only without the resulting crustiness. Usually.
It meant that I could squeeze in a few more chapters whilst I waited for a bus or other form of public transport, such as a tubular train. If I was reading a King at the time then that would’ve been impossible. Perish the very notion.
There are others who are great exponents of the short chapter who I have read recently: Stuart Turton’s The Seven Deaths Of Evelyn Hardcastle; CJ Skuse’s Sweet Pea; Thomas Enger’s Henning Juul series; Ragnar Jonasson’s Ari Thor series; Steph Broadribb(insert swooning sigh here)’s Lori Anderson books, to name just a few.
But what of the longer chapter, I hear you cry? Or at least I hear something. No idea what that was then, but never mind. Probably tinnitus. Anyhoo, I have nothing whatsoever against the longer chapter. Longer chapters can give the story time to breathe, for the author to delve deeper into the depths of the story/character, but it also means that I can’t just pick up the book for that quick fix for fear of having to stop in the middle. It can also cause me to rush the chapter; to try to finish before I need to go out or whatever, to do whatever, whatever, and in those cases I often end up skimming the words and not really taking them in. I find that I need to plan my reading of those books so I don’t rush anything and as a result I often take a lot longer to read them. It’s a real struggle, innit?
A longer chapter can also make an average, or even mediocre book that much harder to get through. Though it is extremely rare for me to do so, I am more likely to abandon a book of this type than an equivalent one with shorter chapters. Fortunately these books are few and very far between these days. So far….
The late, magnificent, and fellow grey beard, Sir Terry Pratchett had no chapters at all in any of his books that I recall. He broke the story down into a kind of paragraph structure. Some were long, others short. Are there other writers who use this structure? I’m sure that there are, but I can’t think of any off the top of my head.
But seriously: does chapter length inform your reading habits? Does it make you decide whether to buy a book or not – as in are you more likely to buy a book if it has shorter chapters? Do you feel that shorter chapters are less interesting than longer ones? Would you look down on a book for having shorter chapters? Is there a snobbishness abound in the bookworld about chapter length?
Feel free to discuss this in the comments below or on Twitter (@LaughingGravy71 – not a book reference, but a Laurel and Hardy one, for all you L&H fans out there. And if you are a L&H fan, or a Queen fan, then you win my ‘Extra Special Fucking Awesomerist Follower’ badge (design to follow – possibly)).
Until next time.
Peace and Book Love. TBBB X
Author: Thomas Enger
Publisher: Orenda Books
Wow! I think I need a very stiff drink. I’ll be back in a mo’: *pops to pub, downs aforementioned stiff drink, returns with renewed vim and vigour*. Right! Where to even start? Thomas Enger’s latest work of art, Killed, is a magnificent book in so many ways, also packing a huge emotional punch; the final novel in the sublime Henning Juul series that began four books earlier with Burned (Side note: whilst I have read in a few reviews now that many people have come into the series with this book or its predecessor Cursed, I really believe that this series is best read in order. There are plot points and resolutions that are revealed for previous books that could spoil one’s enjoyment of the journey to Killed. Of course this is just a personal viewpoint, but it is also the correct one so, yeah, do what you want. See if I care. Don’t come running to me when you read them out of order and go all “awwww, but now I know that X dies after Y said that W told Z that…”, well you get the idea. And I will say I told you so! So there’s that, too. Anyway, back to the review….). In Killed we finally get the answers that both Henning, and we, have been looking for. But those answers come at a great cost to so many people, both close to Henning and to those around him, and in this respect Killed is merciless. I mean, seriously! Jeeeeesus, Thomas, my heart! I could barely bring myself to turn the page at times. The prologue alone had me at “NOPE!”
A little background: Henning’s story has been five books in the making. Henning Juul is complex, detailed and a most beautifully written character; developing wonderfully as the books progress. He’s a man deeply scarred, both emotionally and physically, after his flat was destroyed in a fire; a fire that left him with terrible burns, and claimed the life of his young son, Jonas, despite Henning’s attempts to save him and the promise he made to him as the fire raged around them: Don’t be scared, I’ll take care of you! Henning has been carrying the guilt of this with him for two years when we first meet him. Although Henning suffered amnesia after the fire, he’s convinced that the fire was started deliberately; a theory that his ex-wife, and Jonas’ mother, Nora, refuses to believe. But Henning believes that someone was out to silence him because of a story he was working on (he is a journalist for internet news site 123news), and over the course of the books we discover more and more about the events leading up to the fire, the story that Henning was working on, and the motives of the arsonists become clearer. Although Henning is our main protagonist throughout the series, Enger does not neglect the large cast of supporting characters that come and go along the way: Bjarne Brogeland; Torre Pulli; Iver Gundersen; Nora Klemetsen; Charlie Høisæther; Pia Nøkleby; Durim Redzepi – to name just a few; some of whom are regular, some irregular; some of them are even dead for the most part, but they all have a wonderful depth and realism, drawing you deep into the story.
As with every book in the series the titles are very prescient (Burned; Pierced; Scarred; Cursed), and Killed is especially so. The body count in this book is crazy as the net slowly closes in on Henning, and those around him, as he gets nearer to the truth. Finally, Henning reaches the end of his long, emotional, painful and frequently very deadly journey. Enger ties up all the loose ends very well indeed, leaving this reader both satisfied and very sad at the same time. Quite how he kept tabs on all of the events throughout the five books and didn’t forget anything is quite the achievement. If there was an award for “Best At Keeping Up With Their Own Plot And Not Going Crazy (Or Losing Their Own Plot)”, then Thomas Enger will definitely win it. (It would be very polished and twisted in design, I reckon. Just like his books). There are some heartbreaking moments in this book, moments of sheer heart stoppingness (is that a word? Fuck it, it is now), moments of FFS and Bloody Hell Henning, and moments of sheer relief; boy, this book runs the full gamut of emotions.
You can probably tell that I seriously enjoyed this book. The whole series has been a joy to read; a true labour of love for both Thomas Enger and for his readers, and I will truly miss Henning Juul and the world in which he inhabits, and all of the characters who surround him. This is a series that I am very much looking forward to reading all over again. I strongly believe, like a favourite TV series or film that becomes better with familiarity and repeated viewing, these books will, too, mature and get better and better with every read (I feel the same way about Ragnar Jónasson’s Ari Thór series, another superbly compelling series from an exceptional writer).
Thomas is a wonderful talent; a writer of great skill and perception, and I cannot wait to see what he has up his post Henning sleeve for us next.
Very highly recommended (for both Killed and the series as a whole). 50/5.
Author: Michael J Malone
Publisher: Orenda Books
First, da blurb:
Andy Boyd thinks he is the luckiest man alive. Widowed with a young child, after his wife dies in childbirth, he is certain that he will never again experience true love. Then he meets Anna. Feisty, fun and beautiful, she’s his perfect match … and she loves his son like he is her own. When Andy ends up in the hospital on his wedding night, he receives his first clue that Anna is not all that she seems. Desperate for that happy-ever-after, he ignores it. A dangerous mistake that could cost him everything.
A brave, deeply moving, page-turning psychological thriller, A Suitable Lie marks a stunning departure for one of Scotland’s finest crime writers, exploring the lengths people will go to hide their deepest secrets, even if it kills them…” (taken from the Orenda Books website)
This review contains mild spoilers so if you want to know my final thoughts, in the immortal words of Simon Pegg in Spaced, skip to the end!
A Suitable Lie is the second book by Michael that I have read, after the fantastic House Of Spines (my review to follow soon), and I am happy to report that it is another cracker. This book frazzled my nerves pretty much from the start; once the ‘action’ starts, it rarely lets up. I guess this book falls under the psychological thriller category, and as such as soon as Andy meets Anna you know that she isn’t going to be all that she seems; and boy is she not all that she seems!! This book deals with male domestic violence/abuse, and it packs one hell of an emotional punch – no pun intended. There were many times when I was genuinely scared for Andy, willing him not to go home; almost screaming at the book for him to tell someone, to leave Anna, to seek help. The quality of the writing throughout is superb: you feel every punch, jab and insult hurled at Andy. Michael creates characters that you really get to know, to love, and to hate and/or pity. When the turning point finally comes you cannot help but let out a huge sigh of relief (I think I held my breath for pretty much the whole damn book), and I almost let out a cheer when Andy finally opens up (ok, I totally let out a little cheer). But just when you think you can breathe again, relax, open a bottle of wine in celebration – maybe not that last bit – Michael throws in a curve ball and jangles your nerves all over again. What a git 😉
Final thoughts: I loved this book so much; from the very first page to the very last. A supremely written story that will have your nerves on edge, at times too afraid to turn the page, but at the same time compelling you to do so. The subject matter makes this a tough read at times; it is, what I can only imagine, a frighteningly realistic portrayal of what is unfortunately still a taboo subject to many people.
Bloody brilliant. HIGHLY recommended. 20/5
Author: Steph Broadribb
Publisher: Orenda Books
Deep Down Dead is the debut novel from Steph Broadribb (aka super blogger Crime Thriller Girl – check her out!), and it is a corker. In case you haven’t guessed from the end of that last sentence, I thoroughly enjoyed this book. Lori Anderson is a bounty hunter working in Florida. She’s a tough take-no-shit kinda gal, as you’d need to be in her line of work, and she’s also a single mum to Dakota. Dakota suffers from leukaemia, and Lori is forced to take on jobs that she would rather not have to in order to keep up with the mounting medical bills on top of day to day living costs. This motivates her to take a job collecting her former mentor JT; the man who taught her the bounty hunting ropes, and who also knows the secret of her past. The problem with this job is that Lori has to take Dakota along with her. Well, that goes well!!! *face palm*
Deep Down Dead moves along at a cracking pace, keeping the momentum going and rarely letting up. The story of Lori’s early days as a trainee bounty hunter; her fractious and tempestuous relationship with JT; the dark secret in her past that she harbours, all develop beautifully along the way. For the most part DDD is a very strong and very competent road movie/novel: Lori meets the bad guys, pisses off the bad guys, bad guys piss off Lori, Lori chases after them; all great stuff, but then the story takes a truly disturbing turn as the Big Bad Guy’s motives become apparent and it’s proper shudder inducing stuff.
Deep Down Dead is a great debut novel and I shall definitely be picking up its sequel Deep Blue Trouble and anything else Steph writes in the future (FYI she also writes as Stephanie Marland and her ‘debut’, My Little Eye out now on ebook via Trapeze Books) 😊👌🏼