For the longest time I was having trouble finding things that I enjoyed reading. I would find a book, start it and then put it down in disappointment after a few chapters. Now I suddenly have a glut of books to read, many of them authors I’ve never heard of…hopefully I’ll have entire new series to indulge in.
This one was a recommendation that I later found at a used bookstore. As Helene Hanff said “I do love secondhand books that open to the page some previous owner read oftenest.” But I digress…so let’s start whittling down on that stack of books.
Donald Langham is a crime writer living in London in 1955. When his literary agent is blackmailed Donald steps in to help. What started as blackmail becomes something much darker, and when a series of deaths occur in London’s literary world Donald is drawn into a hunt for a killer looking for retribution.
I really enjoyed this one. It was a fun read. Not too dark, not too light, not too cute, not too trite…hey…I just made a rhyme and didn’t even mean to! Anyways, one of the reasons that I put a book down don’t pick it back up again is when it is clichéd. This story was very original. The plot was clever, well paced, with just enough twists and a little bit of romance.
The characters are intelligently written. I really enjoyed the relationship between three primary characters. Donald Langham’s character is easygoing and charming. Marie Dupré is smart and equal to anything that comes along. And Charles Elder is delightful! I know to some he may appear to be the formula for an older homosexual man, but he is not. He is intelligent, funny, and vulnerable and I loved him.
And yes, looks like I’ve found a new series to treat myself to.