Yes, this book is the reason why I haven’t been blogging much in the past few days. It’s a thousand pages long and truly impossible to put down. I even got an Audible copy to avoid having to interrupt my reading while I drive.
I’m happy to report that I have finally found the next murder mystery author I’m going to follow. I haven’t had one for a couple of years and have felt deprived.
JK Rowling is very good at this genre. The ending of this behemoth of a novel is one of the most satisfying conclusions to a murder mystery that I’ve seen in years. No loose threads are left, which isn’t easy in a novel that has this many characters. The ending is shocking and unexpected, yet the readers are given every clue needed to solve the mystery.
Even the endless epigraphs from Spenser’s Fairie Queene that seem precious and excessive turn out to make sense.
Everything is so well-thought out that my order-loving brain feels convulsed with pleasure.
There are no transgender characters in the novel, so I have no idea why people are burning the book in protest against some perceived slight to trans rights. It’s not about that at all.
I have already checked out the rest of the series from our public library. I hope the rest of the books aren’t this good because I can’t spend all my time reading.
Or can I?