Tag Archives: Mystery

I suspect that part of me thinks that I could be Spenser if I buffed up.

When she's good, Cornwell can write some great, engaging, scary stories. But when's she bad, well, it's not pretty.

Long live the Captain, and may he live to fight many a battle for our entertainment and edification.

It was almost like reading descriptions of a variety of still life paintings. Charming to look at but no real depth beyond the use of colour and texture.

A cheerful adventure tale is leavened with solid research that will leave you able to distinguish between a retiarius and a murmillo.

The book suggests it's different to most in the mystery genre because the first two adult characters encountered are lesbian.

Chick-lit disguised as a cozy mystery-- a pleasant but unsubstantial read.

There are few writers who can be as consistently bizarre as Carl Hiaasen. Kinky Friedman, though, is such a man.

The politics of this novel are impossible nasty: the explanation for the girl's dishonest behaviour is "bad blood".

Scott Turow is no John Grisham, and that’s good, because one Grisham is enough. The two writers sometimes get lumped together because both had major bestsellers with thrillers about court, and suddenly, surprisingly, they made stories about lawyers exciting and fascinating. Definitely not an easy task. But while Grisham has …