The police are sceptical when Debby Telerhaye reports finding a dead body on her way home from a drunken night out, especially given her troubled past. But Detective Inspector Joe Plantagenet isn’t so quick to dismiss the teenager, and soon enough the body of a young actress is found, brutally murdered. Is her death linked to her starring role in a controversial play? Or is it much more sinister than that? Could it be that she suffered the same fate as a sinful nun centuries earlier?
The story opens with Debby stumbling through the fog, convinced she is being followed by a malevolent character and, taking shelter in the ruins of an abandoned abbey, she sees what she thinks is a bundle of rags… Immediately my heart was in my mouth: I was hooked. The captivating narrative is complimented by a number of equally interesting sub-plots: Debby’s missing brother; her malevolent step-father; Joe’s relationship with his estranged girlfriend and the guilt he still feels from his wife’s death. Kate Ellis has knitted them all together so artfully that none felt overbearing or detracted in any way from the main storyline.
The menacing pace never surrendered and yet somehow Ellis managed to build, in Joe Plantagenet, a thoughtful, dignified detective with such complexity in his history that I’m doubtful any reader will ever truly understand him. He put me in mind of Lewis’s Sergeant Hathaway, and not just because of his abandoned career in the priesthood. The contrast between Joe and his DCI, Emily Thwaite, who is an extremely grounded married mother of three, made for an interesting interplay and I am keen to see how their relationship develops in coming books.
Overall, this is a brilliant mystery story that seamlessly draws in elements of history and religion. A walled city enveloped in fog, ghostly apparitions and a disappearing corpse – what more could we really ask for?
Set against the backdrop of 1937’s coronation of King George VI, lies, jealousy, adultery and murder stalk the corridors of Britain’s most upstanding institution: the BBC. In London to oversee the radio production of her stage play, The Queen of Scots, bestselling writer, Josephine Tey is unwittingly drawn into the events at Broadcasting House. While Detective Archie Penrose is tied up in internal politics, it falls to Josephine to uncover the truth.
The sixth in the Josephine Tey series, this is the first that I have read. And I have to say that it has changed my opinion of historical crime. As a rule, I find it somewhat pedestrian and patronising, but not this! From start to finish I was fascinated by the vivid descriptions of London gripped by coronation fever. The characters felt so real to me after only a few chapters, it was as if they were old friends. Even the minor roles were well fleshed out with a sense of realism that I rarely find in historical novels.
The story itself was delicately woven into the lives of Josephine and Archie, and their respective relationships, that the murders almost played second fiddle. That said, the narrative following the crimes stretched across decades but never for one moment lost its momentum. A fascinating read, giving me such a real sense of inter-war London that I cannot wait to read more from this extremely talented author.
Detective Tom Thorne once again finds himself outside of his normal North London stomping ground as his holiday in the Cotswolds with girlfriend, Helen Weeks, is hijacked by the disappearance of two teenagers from Helen’s home town. The couple are drawn in to the mystery when the husband of Helen’s school friend is accused of kidnapping and murder. While Helen lends support to her friend, Thorne’s interest is piqued by discrepancies in the investigation and he soon finds himself making his own inquiries, with shocking results.
Billingham luxuriates in building this story; he starts slowly and draws the reader in to an exhilarating climax. Along the way he drops the most delicate of hints, almost daring the reader to hazard a guess, but master of the genre that he is, he never gives away any more than he needs to. Only the keenest of readers will be able to discern the subtle clues from the red herrings and solve the crime before Thorne.
Billingham also artfully builds Helen’s backstory into this novel. Just as I was beginning to question her insistence on supporting a friend she hasn’t seen for decades, he drops a huge bombshell that explains everything and made me warm to Helen’s character in a way I hadn’t thought possible. Until now, she had been an irritation to me, detracting from Thorne’s adventures, but I find myself excited to read the next in the series in the hope that I will learn more about her.
This book gives us everything you would expect from a classic police procedural but unusually we witness it from the perspective of the accused’s family. It is extremely well plotted with the story turning on a gruesome but thrilling twist. I would not recommend this book as a starter to the Tom Thorne series as there are just too many references to past cases and not enough of an introduction to the characters, but to an avid fan, Time of Death is a return to form for Billingham and one of Thorne’s best adventures yet.
Shelby’s mum’s remarriage has been tough on the teenager. Her step-father is strict and a little over-bearing, so when he stops Shelby from going to a party she’s been looking forward to for weeks, she loses her temper. She doesn’t want to have to baby-sit her one-year-old brother, Josh, she wants to be a normal teenager and hang out with her friends. Knowing it’s not his fault, Shelby takes Josh to the park, but when he disappears, the finger of suspicion is pointed at her. Shelby desperately pleads with the police to believe her when she says she saw two suspicious characters loitering in the neighbourhood, but they ignore her, and soon enough her friends and the media turn against her. The only thing Shelby can do is find her beloved brother herself, and so clear her name once and for all. As a teen title this is an engaging and high-paced thriller that serves as a good introduction to the genre. The story was captivating, but I had to suspend my disbelief in certain places for it to make sense. The characters, although charming were very two-dimensional, and it all concluded just a little too neatly for my liking. Shelby’s once mean and controlling step-father became a figure of support and friendship; her friends that so quickly abandoned her in her hour of need were just as quickly forgiven; the villains were caricatures that lacked any sense of real world terror, and met their comeuppance in just the way you might expect. We’ve seen some excellent young adult titles in recent years: Suzanne Collins’s The Hunger Games and Veronica Roth’s Divergent series gave us two strong female leads that crossed from the teen shelves to captivate adult audiences, but unfortunately Shelby just isn’t in the same league as Catniss and Tris. She lacks the depth and the contradictions that keep you coming back to see how their characters might develop. This is much more Sweet Valley High than Hunger Games but it would serve as a good stepping stone into crime fiction for younger teens that might be toying with the genre. Definitely one to avoid for adult readers and avid crime fiction fans, though! The first in the Whispering Springs series; I have to say I won’t be in a rush to read the rest.
DS Vicky Dodds and her team are charged with investigating the disappearance of a dog breeder in Dundee. It soon becomes clear that they’re dealing with a sadistic abduction motivated by accusations of animal cruelty and that this case is linked to a number of others. As the crimes escalate Vicky’s own sympathies and personal life are called into question – could the man she’s falling for be involved somehow?
James has created a cast of memorable characters in this intelligent and fast-paced police procedural, not least his lead: DS Vicky Dodds is a single mother with a fear of commitment, an unparalleled work ethic and an overbearing, but ultimately doting family. The negotiation between her home- and work-life really made me empathise with Vicky and by the end of the novel I found myself rooting for her.
The plot is tight with a number of twists and red herrings which made for a thoroughly enjoyable read. Short chapters maintained a fast tempo and gave a genuine sense of urgency as the team hunted down the perpetrators. This was definitely a smart, well-researched novel and I would be keen to read more in the series. Despite having my suspicions about one character from the start (which turned out to be justified) I was kept guessing right up until the last page. Highly recommended for fans of tartan noir.
Hurrah! I thought to myself: a whole six days off work and the weather’s looking up. Little did I know that I would have my head down the toilet for most of it. First time I’ve been ill this year, unless you count the tonsillitis that nearly scuppered my trip to Australia, which I don’t because I killed it with paracetamol and sleep en route to Sydney.
Despite my stomach bug I also managed my first cup of coffee since January. I’d given it up for lent. I don’t really hold any religious beliefs, mostly because I don’t really know what the answers are, and until I have a little proof one way or the other, I’m not going to commit. But I do like the challenge of giving up something I take pleasure in, for a few weeks at least. This year I chose coffee. I’d not really drunk any hot drinks while in Australia as it was too warm (and the beer was free flowing) so I thought I wouldn’t really miss coffee for another month or so. How wrong a girl can be! By the end I was climbing the walls, so desperate for my caffeine hit that I was often found fervently sniffing the air whilst loitering outside my local Starbucks. But when it came down to it, I couldn’t finish the delicious cappuccino, lovingly prepared for me by the gorgeous folks at Flirt Café Bar (if you ever find yourselves in Bournemouth you must check it out – easily the best place in town). Don’t worry though, I’ve made up for it since, practically overdosing on the black nectar the last five days!
In an attempt to overcome the caffeine jitters, Roux and I hit the beach – probably the last time before it’s shut off to dogs again for the summer. It was even warm enough to kick off my shoes and scrunch my toes in the sand – first time this year. Well, first time in this country this year. And although my toes were mostly blue by the end of the walk, I enjoyed every minute of it! Particularly the goats. That’s right: goats. Not often you see a (ok google, what’s the collective noun for goats?) a trip (apparently) of goats at the beach. Can’t help but wonder where they came from. Also can’t help but wonder if I was tripping from the caffeine and they weren’t really goats at all.
This weekend also saw my first (and last) trip to Ikea on a bank holiday. Never. Again.
In the second of Sarah Hilary’s Detective Inspector Marnie Rome series, the team are investigating the discovery of the bodies of two young boys, found in a bunker beneath a London garden. Five years earlier someone had left them there to die, alone and cold in the dark. Terry and Beth Doyle, under whose garden the boys were found, have two young children of their own, and when they go missing the race is on to find them in time. In an eerie echo of DI Rome’s own personal history the Doyles foster a very sullen and angry teenage boy, Clancy. Can he be responsible for the children’s disappearance or is Rome’s own tragedy blinding her to all other possibilities?
An emotionally intelligent read, this story pulls apart the complexities of an unconventional family life; sometimes the danger to those we love is much closer to home than we can ever possibly imagine. The twists and turns that follow from the first gripping page to the final heart-wrenching conclusion had me reading this book in every free moment; it was utterly compelling from beginning to end and I cannot recommend it highly enough.
I particularly enjoyed the moral ambiguity that Hilary cultivated throughout the story; no strict delineation between ‘good’ and ‘bad’. The good guys have their dark side, and sometimes the most terrible consequences are borne of well-intentioned actions. I’m being deliberately vague; I would hate to ruin it for anyone by giving away too much, but know that the writing is exemplary, the subject matter intelligently and sensitively handled and the character development and psychological depth are second to none.
I had not read the first in the series, and although I’m sure it would have given me a deeper understanding of Marnie Rome and her team, I feel No Other Darkness succeeds as a stand alone novel in its own right. That said, the next book on my reading list is most definitely going to be Rome’s first outing: Someone Else’s Skin.