Five by Ursula Archer, a German author writing her first adult novel after several children’s books. It’s of a type I don’t read much of: a twisted serial killer vs. police. However a strong review tempted me to read it. Unfortunately, I found the main character’s actions unconvincing, the killer’s motivations questionable, the murders unlikely given the situations presented, and then the book pretty much just…stops.
Next I started The Advent of Murder by Martha Ockley, but it didn’t grab me. Nothing wrong with it, I just wasn’t in the mood for a contemporary English village cozy. Again, a review led me astray. If it had been a Christie, I would have read it anyway. So I quit part way in and have now moved on to The Very Best of Kate Elliot. No short stories read last week, so I’m falling behind on that, too.
Barbara finished Mark Billingham’s Death Message, which she said was “typical Billingham”, which since she likes his books I think is praise. After that she started The Skeleton Road by Val McDermid, one of her favorite authors. Unfortunately, it was due back to the library (she had gotten several things at once) when she was about a third of the way in. So back it went, she’s back on the wait list for it, and now she’s reading Jo Nesbo’s The Snowman.
What are you reading?