Last Seen Alive by Claire Douglas - Review

I'd read a previous book by Claire Douglas (Local Girl Missing) and while I did enjoy it, I couldn't say I found it unputdownable and I didn't remember much about it afterwards. Maybe I just wasn't in the right frame of mind, because her latest, Last Seen Alive, had me thoroughly gripped.

It begins when Libby - recovering from stressful events in both her recent and more distant past - and her husband Jamie (plus dog Ziggy, who was great) agree to a week's house swap, exchanging their very ordinary flat in Bath for a beautiful, incredibly luxurious country house in Cornwall following a desperate request from a stranger. It's clear there is more going on here than meets the eye, and indeed strange and often alarming things start to happen very quickly. 

While this premise - young couple move into a remote house, scary stuff happens - was in itself not especially original, I really enjoyed this part of the book. Claire Douglas builds up the tension very effectively and while it was obvious that *something* was going on and all was not as it appeared, I had absolutely no idea what. I was also finding the straightforward, linear style of storytelling quite refreshing, devoid (apart from a very short section right at the beginning) of the flashbacks, flash-forwards and multiple narratives and timeframes so beloved of current psychological fiction. I have nothing against these devices which can work very well indeed, but they do seem to be all but compulsory now.

This does change, however, in the second part of the book, when everything suddenly gets turned on its head in a rather mind-bending way and it takes a while for the reader to work out what on earth is happening. This was very effectively and cleverly done, though it's difficult to say any more without risk of spoilers! And yes, there are flashbacks and yes, there are changes of narrator - though it is not overdone.

All in all I enjoyed this enormously.  The plot was unpredictable, often surprising, and does become quite complex, but ultimately the twists and turns made sense The only thing which jarred a little was the ending, which left the reader on a knife edge with matters unresolved - if with a certain sense of natural justice perhaps being dispensed. While I'm not someone who necessarily requires everything to be tied up neatly with a bow, though, this was just a step too far in terms of future uncertainty! I hope Claire Douglas will at some point resolve this, perhaps through a reference in a future book.

A recommended read!

The Roanoke Girls by Amy Engel - Review

"The first time I saw Roanoke was in a dream." From that first line onward, there are distinct shades of Daphne du Maurier here.

The Roanoke Girls came garlanded with praise. Compelling... addictive... disturbing... challenging. And dark. Always the dark.

Lane is not quite sixteen when her mother - a deeply damaged woman incapable of normal mothering - takes her own life, leaving only a baffling note: "I tried to wait. I'm sorry." Luckily for Lane (or so she's told), her hitherto unknown grandparents Yates and Lillian Roanoke, who are already raising her similarly-aged cousin Allegra, are keen to offer her a home, and Lane is duly dispatched from New York to the old family home in a remote part of Kansas. After one hot summer, she's gone - returning ten years later for the only reason which could draw her back - Allegra has disappeared.

This family is full of damaged girls and Lane is no exception, angry and prone to verbally lashing out at those who care for her. As Allegra tells her on her first day, "Roanoke girls never last long around here... In the end, we either run or we die." And the litany of lost girls... Jane, Sophia, Penelope, Eleanor, Camilla, Emmeline.... proves the truth of her words.

There aren't a lot of surprises here - the never-spoken secret at the heart of the Roanoke family is revealed early on, and the rest of the book mainly expands on that. There is an element of mystery around Allegra's disappearance, but this is low key and the resolution is no real shock. Nonetheless the novel is compelling, atmospheric and haunting - and yes, it's dark - and will, I suspect, remain in the minds of most readers for a long while as a horrifying portrayal of some deeply twisted relationships and the harm caused as a result.

Many thanks to the publishers and NetGalley for the opportunity to read and review.

The Marriage Pact by Michelle Richmond - Review

"The Pact has no divorces, but it also has more widows and widowers than you would expect."

I really wasn't sure what to expect from The Marriage Pact. The title sounded a bit Mills and Boon, and I'd never heard of the author. In fact I was engrossed from the start, and - while a love story is at the novel's core - there's nothing remotely Mills and Boon about it. 

Newlyweds Jake - a psychotherapist mainly working with relationship counselling - and Alice - a former rock musician turned lawyer - are both intrigued and flattered when invited to join The Pact, a somewhat shadowy organisation devoted to ensuring its  members stay married. As it turns out, they have some rather unusual methods of ensuring that. Things quickly become rather weird and unpleasant. Then they become even weirder and more unpleasant. Still, they can just leave.... can't they?

Tightly plotted and skilfully characterised (the story is told by Jake, but I particularly liked Alice, who had a certain unpredictability about her), this is a thoroughly absorbing read, even if a few questions remained unanswered by the end. The apparently limitless capacity of The Pact to know exactly what's going on in its members lives all the time is never really explained. And I felt Alice and Jake - and indeed the other members - were a little too ready to (almost literally) sign their lives away without finding out more about what they were potentially  letting themselves in for. A certain suspension of disbelief was necessary in order for the story to work, though.

Most of the way through, I was wondering how on earth this was going to end and how Alice and Jake could possibly extricate themselves from the nightmare they'd stumbled into. Safe to say, the ending was unexpected. Satisfying? I'm still not sure, but it's hard to come up with an alternative.

All in all a compelling read with, ultimately, some interesting things to say about love and marriage.

They All Fall Down by Tammy Cohen - Review

I've only recently discovered Tammy aka Tamar Cohen, but she has rapidly become one of my must-read authors - you know, one of those who immediately has you seeking out their entire back catalogue for a spot of binge-reading - so I was excited to get my hands on her latest.

They All Fall Down is set in a private women-only psychiatric clinic, The Meadows - clearly fertile ground for psychological intrigue. The central character, Hannah, is being treated following a deeply traumatic incident, the details of which are only gradually revealed. All we initially know is - ominously - that there's a baby involved. We also see events from the perspective of Hannah's mother Corinne, and Laura, one of the therapists at the clinic. Following two recent suicides, Hannah has become convinced a murderer is on the loose. But how reliable are her perceptions? And just who is tormenting her with reminders of what she has lost? Suspects abound, both within and without The Meadows.

The plot is very cleverly put together and while it's obvious there is more to certain characters than meets the eye, the ending came as quite a surprise. While I'm not sure if I would class this among Tammy's very best, it's definitely a compelling and highly enjoyable read with many intriguing and well drawn characters, including one truly heinous individual - but will you guess who that is?

With a psychiatric clinic as the setting and many characters having mental disorders of various types, there is plenty of scope here for getting things wrong, but in fact the subject is sensitively handled.

Many thanks to the publishers and NetGalley for the opportunity to read and review!

Sunday Best: Review of Sunday Morning Coming Down by Nicci French

 Sunday Morning Coming Down  is the seventh book in a series which started with Blue Monday and progressed through the days of the week all the way to Sunday. Probably because I hadn't read the blurb properly, I'd assumed this would be the final book in the series and would tie up the overarching plot. Clearly this is not the case, but having now exhausted the days of the week I wonder what the next book will be called?

Anyway, I've read most but not all of the previous books; I haven't yet read the Saturday instalment, which was a slight disadvantage but not much of one. It does help if you've read the others, particularly with regard to the ongoing Dean Reeve storyline, but I imagine a new reader could enjoy the book without that background knowledge.

The main protagonist, as in the previous ones, is Frieda Klein, a psychotherapist (with a name like that, she could hardly have chosen any other career path). Frieda has more than a passing acquaintance with murder. Here, the first body appears right at the start - under her floorboards, in fact - and things don't get any easier thereafter. Someone is targeting Frieda's friends and allies - but is it Dean Reeve or someone else?

I really enjoyed this - tightly plotted and a gripping read. Even though I've never somehow managed to fully engage with the character of Frieda, all the characters are well drawn (I particularly like Josef the Ukrainian builder). The sinister Reeve remains a lurking presence throughout.

Thanks to the publishers and NetGalley for a review copy. Looking forward to the next instalment!

Good As You: From Prejudice to Pride by Paul Flynn

Paul Flynn's gallop through thirty years of gay (male) life in Britain is hugely entertaining. It's a largely personal account of social and cultural changes , beginning with his experiences growing up in 80s Manchester and ranging through various aspects of the subsequent decades of increasing, if still far from total, acceptance. Jimmy Somerville, Frankie Goes to Hollywood, Clause 28, Chris Smith MP, Terrence Higgins, Colin and Barry on Eastenders, Peter Tatchell, Out on Tuesday, Kylie, Brian Dowling on Big Brother, Attitude magazine,  Justin Fashanu, Robbie Rogers, Elton John and David Furnish... all this and much more. Like Paul, I was an 80s kid in the Manchester area (though I'm a couple of years older) and there was a lot here I could relate to and some things I'd completely forgotten....

The book's subtitled "30 years of gay Britain"' but really it should be 30 years of gay men in Britain, because women are few and far between in these pages (Kylie notwithstanding) and lesbians are even fewer. For instance we get a fair bit on Eastenders' Colin and Barry but nothing at all on Brookside's equally significant Beth/Margaret kiss. That's understandable - the author is a gay man and writing about his own perspective and experiences. But the cover could make it clearer that the book is very much about the gay male experience rather than any other letters in the LGBTQIA alphabet soup.

I did enjoy Paul Flynn's style of writing, though there are a few odd turns of phrase and word choices. ("Having exempted himself from the admonishment of the closet...."). Then again - he's a successful journalist and I'm not.

All in all I found this a great read packed with observations, interviews and touching/thought-provoking anecdotes, which brought back many memories and provides further compelling evidence, should it be needed, that "gay" is indeed as "Good As You".

Review of Don't Close Your Eyes by Holly Seddon

I absolutely adored Holly Seddon's previous book,  Try Not to Breathe, so I was very excited to get my hands on this one. I'd kind of hoped for a return for Alex, the first book's protagonist, but that was not to be. However this story of twin sisters Robin and Sarah is equally gripping.

It's par for the course to flit between present day and the past, but it works really well. In the present, the once-successful Robin is a shadow of her former self - beset by fear, she hasn't left her home in literally years, spending her days obsessively exercising and watching her neighbours go about their lives, her only social contacts the delivery drivers who supply her with supermarket orders and takeaways.  

Sarah, always the "good" twin, is in free-fall - forbidden to see her child, the life she had in tatters, desperate to make things right. But is she the victim of a terrible injustice or the architect of her own misfortune? 

As we learn more about the earlier lives of both the twins and their sort-of-brother Callum, secrets are gradually and delicately revealed, There are some dark and distressing moments here, but they are very well and sensitively handled.

I enjoyed this tremendously and was riveted throughout, unwilling to stop reading. I loved the character of Robin in particular, but all the characters - even the unpleasant ones - are very believable. There were perhaps a couple of loose threads at the end and questions I would have liked to have seen answered.  But basically.... I loved it!

Very many thanks to the publishers and NetGalley for the opportunity to read and review.

Written in stone: Review of Stones by Polly Johnson

“Stones”, the impressive first novel from author Polly Johnson, deals with some brave and unusual themes.

The story is narrated by sixteen-year-old Coo (Corinne), a troubled teen with plenty of reason to be that way. Dealing with the death of her older brother Sam, a violent alcoholic, and her painfully mixed feelings about both him and his death, Coo is struggling to make sense of the world and her place in it, if indeed she has one at all. She feels invisible at school – on the rare occasions when she turns up – and bitterness towards her parents who, she feels, failed to protect her from her brother’s violent rages. Indeed she feels herself to be trapped inside a glacier on which nothing outside makes any impression. Visits to the “Shrink Woman” – an expensive psychologist to whom her parents, caught up in their own grief, appear to have mainly (and unsuccessfully) delegated Coo’s emotional care – seem like a waste of time. Wandering the streets and the stony beach alone, Coo is somehow drawn to Banks, an alcoholic homeless man, and forms an unlikely and unusual friendship with him. She also befriends Joe, a boy of her own age who has troubles of his own.

The story builds slowly, layer upon layer, but is no less gripping for that, moving on as events happen to or are precipitated by Coo before ultimately building to a perhaps inevitable climax. The tone is fairly dark – as befits the subject matter – but the book is extremely well written and note-perfect throughout.

There’s something shocking in Coo, a middle-class teenage girl (her mother owns an antiques shop, for goodness sake) befriending and becoming part of a group – Banks and his friends – which most people would probably cross the road to avoid, but Johnson skilfully shows us the humanity beneath the unprepossessing exterior.

The narrative of Coo is very compelling and her voice, personality and situation comes through clearly. She appears to be in a self-destructive downward spiral and to an outsider the reasons for some of her behaviour may seem easy to interpret, but as another character points out, sometimes these are the hardest to see. Coo is young, naïve, socially isolated and frighteningly vulnerable, although – like sixteen-year-old girls everywhere – unaware of this fact.

The story is set in Brighton; I’ve never been there, but a strong and atmospheric sense of place emerges from the narrative and I could clearly picture the surroundings, especially the beach where many events of the story take place.

The characters are all extremely well drawn and believable – Banks and the other homeless men are particularly memorable, perhaps because this is a group of people rarely dealt with in fiction, certainly not in a sympathetic way. Johnson’s portrayal is realistic and does not shy away at all from harsh and unpleasant realities, but also manages to hold on to an awareness of these characters as people with their own histories. I would have liked to know more, though, about the aggressive, clearly mentally ill character of Alec , who presents a menacing figure throughout – although as we are seeing everything through Coo’s eyes our knowledge is filtered through her perceptions. An account of some incidents from the viewpoint of other characters would be interesting to read.

In an interesting post at the Authonomy blog, Johnson states that while the novel is not autobiographical, many of the incidents did occur in real life, and the story is clearly informed by her experience of her own brother’s alcoholism – although we never meet Sam in the book and his character only emerges through the memories of his sister, Coo (and, to a much lesser extent, what other characters say about him). 

This is a very engaging, well-written read which I would certainly recommend, and look forward to future work from this author. It’s aimed at young adults, or new adults, or whatever we’re supposed to be calling them these days, but its appeal will certainly not be restricted to this age group.  I enjoyed it very much.

I received a free copy of this book from the publishers via NetGalley, in exchange for an honest review.

What lies beneath: Review of "The Girl Next Door" by Ruth Rendell

At 84, Ruth Rendell’s writing career has now spanned 50 years and encompassed well over that number of crime/mystery novels – both police procedural type stories featuring the popular Reg Wexford, and more stand-alone psychological novels - and short story collections, including those written as Barbara Vine. That’s quite an achievement. Although my reading career doesn’t quite stretch to 50 years (I think I first discovered Ruth Rendell in the early ‘90s) I’m fairly sure I’ve read all of them at some point – though some longer-ago ones are definitely due a re-read – and a new book is always an event to be eagerly anticipated. Rendell never fails to deliver a good read, even if some of her earlier works were perhaps more memorable than some more recent ones. Overall though there is no doubt that she has produced a remarkable body of work over those fifty years.

“The Girl Next Door” is perhaps the Rendell novel with the least entitlement to call itself a crime or mystery novel, although a crime certainly features, and right at the beginning too, almost as if it has to be got out of the way before the real business of the story gets started. There’s little mystery about it, however. In the very first chapter we learn what crime has been committed (murder, of course), who committed it (a very unpleasant man), why he committed it (because he was a very unpleasant man, more or less), and the identity of one of the two victims. Taking place in the 1940s, the crime goes undetected for many years until the grisly discovery in the present day, or near to it (judging by the ages of the characters it’s more like 2008 or 2009), of two severed hands in a box, long hidden. There is a police investigation, but this is far from the focus of the novel, and all that really remains to be determined for the reader is whether and, if so, how the now very elderly perpetrator will be brought to justice, and the exact identity of the other victim. 

The murder, or rather its discovery after many years, really serves as a plot device to bring back together the main characters – the now-elderly people who as children in the ‘40s played in underground tunnels  - named, by them, “qanats” because it sounded more exciting -  in the area (a place called Loughton, “twelve miles from London but almost in the country”). This is quite a large cast of characters and I did find it a little confusing to remember who was who, particularly the Batchelor brothers and their various wives. However, the main focus is on a few characters – Alan and Rosemary, now many years married; Michael, the son of the murderer; and still-glamorous Daphne, the “girl next door” of the title, with the others playing more subsidiary roles. The relationships between these characters form the main substance of the story and it is refreshing to read a story which focuses almost entirely on the lives, emotions and shifting relationships of older people, all interconnected and leading in different directions rather like those tunnels of the past. My favourite character was Michael, and I found the depiction of his character and situation to be quite moving. The other characters were also believable, though I am not entirely sure what purpose was served by the eventual reveal of an unsavoury aspect of Daphne’s past. The character of Clara Moss, former cleaning lady to Michael’s family, was a delight and provided some very touching moments. The murderer – that unpleasant man who has evidently become no less unpleasant with age – also features and I found him to be quite a memorable character even though no real reasons emerge for why he is the way he is.

As ever, Ruth Rendell’s writing flows seamlessly and contains many acute observations, though a rather trying quirk here is the author’s – through the characters’ – constant references to things she (erroneously, in my view) believes nobody under the age of sixty says any more – “chemist’s shop”, “what’s the matter”, “twenty to five” etc. I may not be in the first bloom of youth any more but I am still well under sixty and can say all of these things without a second thought. Surely I can’t be the only one?  Undoubtedly there are some terms and phrases which have fallen out of usage over a couple of generations, but I don’t generally think these are among them. Perhaps some will disagree. Thankfully there is less harping on here about the supposed obsession of everyone with speaking in a “politically correct” manner, which did become quite wearing in a couple of previous books (I really don’t think most people give it that much thought, whatever the Daily Mail would have you believe). I think the subject only gets one mention here and I do hope Ruth Rendell gives it a rest in future.

Though Rendell is now in her 80s I think this is the first book she has written to focus almost exclusively on people of a similar age group (though there are younger characters – mainly the children and grandchildren of the main protagonists – they play more minor roles), and clearly she brings her own experience of ageing to bear on her portrayal of the characters. It’s a welcome change and if Rendell chooses to focus future novels on her own generation of characters, I will be quite happy about that. 

This is a very readable and enjoyable if in some ways rather odd book, much less about the investigation of a long-ago crime than about rekindled romance, unforeseen consequences  and changing relationships among a group of elderly people – for all of whom the past casts a long shadow.

Recommended.

I was kindly provided with a free copy of this book from the publishers, Random House UK, via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.

Review: Silhouette (Doctor Who) - Justin Richards

The hapless Marlowe Hapworth is bumped off in a locked room after a visit to the Frost Fair's Carnival of Curiosities, while in the process of writing a concerned letter to Madam Vastra, the Great Detective..... Rick Bellamy, bare-knuckle fighter and drinking/fighting buddy of Strax the Sontaran, is found dead in an alleyway.... Meanwhile, the Twelfth Doctor and Clara are on the trail of an inexplicable power spike in late Victorian London. What can it all mean, and what does it have to do with a puppet show operated by the mysterious Silhouette?

I LOVE the Paternoster Gang and their Victorian crime-fighting escapades, and they are on fine form here, with some excellent moments for Strax in particular. (The idea of him drinking, in pubs, with mates, is a delight.) Jenny Flint also gets plenty to do, though less is made here than in the TV series of her relationship with Vastra. And there's a surprising moment for Vastra...

I'm liking Clara a lot better recently - I wasn't overly taken with her character last series, but am finding her more likeable and believable now, and that continues in this novel, where we get to see her interacting with lots of characters other than the Doctor. There's a real flavour of her personality coming through now which I, personally, feel was a bit lacking in the previous series.

The Doctor doesn't actually seem to have that much to do for much of the story, but his characterisation seems to be in line with what we have seen so far in this series and he has some good moments. (I'm particularly enjoying the change in his relationship with Clara.) I loved the bit where he repeatedly bumps into - well, you'll see - while remaining apparently oblivious. Blatant fan-pleasing stuff, but hey, I'm a fan, and I like to be pleased.

As ever, Justin Richards is a safe pair of hands where the writing of Doctor Who books is concerned, and on this occasion he has delivered superbly, with a gripping plot, recognisable characters and a satisfyingly villainous baddie. I loved this story!

Daughter - Jane Shemilt

I wasn't sure if I really wanted to read this - the title is rather too redolent of Rosamund Lupton's "Sister" from a few years ago, and felt a bit like cashing in on the success of that - and the overall theme (teenage girl goes missing; secrets emerge) sounded hardly original.

The narrative, seen through the eyes of Naomi's mother Jenny, moves back and forth in time - from the night of the disappearance and the periods immediately before and after, to Jenny's life a year later. Again, this dual/multiple time-frame form of storytelling is not unusual, in fact at present it's more or less de rigueur for this type of psychological mystery.

Despite these initial reservations, Daughter drew me in very quickly and I subsequently found it hard to put down – especially towards the end when I really could not tear myself away. As mentioned, the story is narrated by Jenny Malcolm, a GP, mother of three teenage children – twin boys, Ed and Theo, and fifteen-year-old Naomi – and wife of neurosurgeon Ted. Her life is busy and fulfilling and it never occurs to her how much is going on beneath the surface of her seemingly perfect family. When Naomi fails to come home one night, some uncomfortable realities come gradually and painfully to the surface, forcing Jenny to challenge her own beliefs and assumptions.

 

The writing is excellent and the characters very believable. Clues are scattered throughout though it is not until the end that we learn what really happened to Naomi – and it might not be what you expect. The twist right at the end was something I didn’t see coming, and leaves the reader wanting to know more – what happens to these characters in the future? That said, it’s not an unsatisfying end by any means. The novel is well structured with the author drawing parallels throughout between, for instance, the attitude of Jenny and other characters to certain individuals, and how this may be reflected in her own family. Entrenched (comfortable?) beliefs may need to be challenged….

 

Mostly, it’s a portrayal of how a family – especially a mother – deals, or doesn’t, with the unexplained disappearance of a child. Jenny’s behaviour and reactions are completely plausible and the reader can imagine, only too easily, how she is feeling.

 

I recommend this as a gripping read, and look forward to reading more from Jane Shemilt in the future.

Angel With Two Faces - Nicola Upson

I was fascinated by the concept of this novel, which weaves a real, if fictionalised, character (crime writer Josephine Tey, author of "Golden Age" classics including The Daughter of Time and The Franchise Affair) into a fictional story of murder, mystery and dark secrets set in Cornwall in 1935.

This is, in fact, the second in a series by Nicola Upson featuring Josephine Tey and her friend, policeman Archie Penrose. Not having read the first could have placed me at something of a disadvantage, but in fact this detracted little, if anything, from my enjoyment of the story - which proved to be a cracking read with some genuinely unexpected twists.

Josephine Tey was, of course, a pseudonym for Scottish writer Elizabeth Mackintosh, but the character who appears in this book is clearly Josephine, rather than Elizabeth, and hence in some sense can be viewed as a fictional creation. Nicola Upson clearly recognises this in a concluding author's note, in which she states that the character of Josephine blends "some of what we know about Elizabeth Mackintosh with the personality which emerges so strongly from her eight crime novels". Tey is not the only "real person" to appear - Rowena Cade, founder of the Minack Theatre, also makes an appearance, and the open-air theatre itself provides a dramatic setting for one pivotal scene, as indeed does the Loe Pool - Cornwall's largest freshwater lake. Fact and fiction are hence blended to intriguing effect. (The Minack Theatre did indeed stage a production of The Jackdaw of Rheims in 1935, although Upson may have taken some liberties with the events....)

The story begins with the funeral of a young man, Harry Pinching, following what appeared to be a tragic accident - and its after-effects on the close-knit community. Close-knit or not, it soon becomes apparent that everyone in the community has secrets, and no-one - save for one naive young teenage girl - wants to share them. Nonetheless, the revelations come thick and fast, and are rarely predictable.

In common with a previous reviewer, I did have to question the realism of Archie and Josephine's reaction to some of these revelations. Both seem quite stunningly broad-minded and accepting - this is set in 1935, remember - in response to disclosures some of which are taboo even by today's standards, let alone in those days. I wondered whether Nicola Upson intended to portray these characters as remarkable in their attitudes, or whether she was applying more modern-day standards than those which would probably have been more prevalent at the time. The novel does, overall, have a fairly contemporary feel to it, given the era in which it was set.

That's a minor quibble, though, because this is a real page-turner. Upson excels at building up atmosphere and makes great use of the geographical setting. Characters are also well drawn (many have evocative, almost Dickensian names - Jago Snipe, Morwenna Pinching, Jasper Motley) and if the secrets and revelations come to Archie and Josephine a little too dramatically and conveniently.... well, it is fiction, after all. Mostly.

All in all, I thoroughly enjoyed this book. It has inspired me not only to seek out Nicola Upson's first novel in the series, An Expert in Murder (and I eagerly await further instalments) but also to go back and re-read the wonderful 1930s and 1940s novels of Josephine Tey. I'm sure many other readers will have the same reaction.

The Telling Error - Sophie Hannah

I've counted myself as a Sophie Hannah fan for some time now - since her pre-crime writer days (her poetry and non-Culver Valley novels are excellent, by the way), and have eagerly awaited each new book ever since. Some of her more recent novels have met with rather mixed reviews - I love her writing style so much that I've enjoyed them all, but I'd say "The Telling Error" is her best for some time.

As a crime writer Sophie specialises in strange, apparently inexplicable situations which are gradually unravelled; the labyrinthine plotting can at times be demanding on the reader ("The Other Half Lives" springs to mind - a book I loved, but which also gave me a headache at times trying to work out who knew what about who). "The Telling Error" is complex, but not so much as to interfere with the reader's enjoyment.

Her writing can also be very funny, especially where the brilliantly sarcastic DI Proust is concerned - his lines often make me laugh out loud (his very first line about the "Simon Waterhouse tribute programme" made me snort in a very unseemly manner) and he must be great fun to write, even though he doesn't feature that much this time round. I like Charlie and Simon too, both believably complex characters whose unusual relationship is, however, not centre stage in this latest instalment. Characterisation is, as always, excellent, with even minor characters having a depth and realism which is absent from a lot of crime fiction. Hannah also has some very spot-on observations about the internet keyboard warriors who take to Twitter and elsewhere to express their general bile at anything and everything (as one character accurately says, "They want to carry on hating - it's their hobby.")

Also, the title is great. Not sure though whether to make anything of the fact that the book includes characters called both Sophie and Hannah!

Anyway, in short, another first class outing for Zailer and Waterhouse. Already looking forward to the next....