I came home on Saturday to a pile of books on the coffee table dropped off by a helpful book fairy (also known as my other half’s dad); they were mostly thrillers and as I flicked through them I felt moderately hopeful. I picked the one that sparked my interest most and settled down on Monday evening to indulge in a little mystery.
I have to admit that it took me a little while to get into it. The book flicks between two perspectives – the killer and a defense lawyer. It took me a little while to get into it – the characters didn’t appeal to me to start with, but the concept was promisingly interesting so I plodded on. As the blurb says, you start the book knowing that the chap on trial is innocent and that one of the jury members did it. It gives you a little ‘I know something you don’t know’ every time the lawyer is working stuff out that is quite amusing.
I wondered whether the author had played his hand too soon (as in straight away), and whether we already knew the big surprise. But suddenly I was hooked; I didn’t see it coming, but before I knew it I had read that book in a single sitting. I simply could not go to sleep until I had finished it. The author littered the chapters with little clues and hints and drew you in thinking you knew how this was going to play out but it turns out that’s not the case at all. I loved it.
It took me a little while to warm up to the characters, though Eddie (the lawyer) endears himself greatly when he states that he will only represent clients who he believes are innocent. The killer is seriously twisted (though in retrospect I realise I’m probably supposed to seriously dislike him, so perhaps that’s okay), and in a few places the descriptions were a teeny bit graphic for my taste, though my tastes do not stray towards gore in the slightest so that shouldn’t stop anyone from indulging in this book. Once I was a little way in the characters had grown on me and I began to enjoy the way they intereacted with each other. The book has a diverse cast with plenty of assholes for you to dislike for your enjoyment and a plucky good guy for you to cheer on as you go. There was no halfway point between being not entirely convinced and absolutely unable to turn the pages fast enough.
I wish I had realised how addictive it would be when I first picked it up – I might have saved it for the next morning. I might have spared myself the shell-shock of turning the final page at 0100 and having no other choice than to try to still my beating heart long enough to fall asleep. That didn’t work out particularly well for me if anyone was wondering, though I find it a little difficult to be sorry for my mistakes.
Please do enjoy.
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