by Martin Walker
I guess it was a good mystery. I didn’t see the twist coming. But then I don’t see anything coming in books because I don’t try very hard. The problem is that I hate mysteries, because they are SUCH BAD NOVELS. I’m not sure how people who like the puzzle aspect of mysteries can stand all the cheesiness and awful writing and paper-thin characterization that always goes along with it. Ugh. I cracked up when the love interest turned out to be a martial arts expert, saving our hero’s neck in the middle of a riot with some karate chops! And I know the author is trying to whet our appetites with all the food descriptions, but they were over the top. Enough pate to choke a goose. A picnic where he (perfectly) cooks two fish which of course were caught just hours before – and strawberries – what the hell time of year is it anyway? Please, please, book club, no more mysteries.
Tytania 