Phil: This might be my last blog post. I may not get the chance to write another. The reasons should be clear by the time you reach the end.
Sharing books can be an enjoyable thing. You find yourself presented with something you might not have chosen yourself. Maybe even a complete genre that had previously passed you by.
I’ve never been into books which involve people getting killed. I know they are called “thrillers” but I like to read for escapism, and that generally doesn’t involve me being reminded that I could be killed randomly just because some loon wants to send a message to someone else – usually a detective. I mean, why can’t they just pick up the phone and dial 999? Maybe send a text, or even a postcard?
Anyway, the latest novel to come my way is Twisted by Steve Cavanagh.
I wasn’t really intending to read this but found myself short of books, and I quite liked the orange and black cover which is a bit stylish.
By the end, I enjoyed it. Not just because I found some matching colour cake either.
The plot is confusing. Apparently, the novel is written by JT LeBeau, a mysterious and very, very successful author. Or is it?
You see there are twists, turns and red herrings aplenty.
Halfway through, you think you know what’s going on and the whole thing turns on its head.
By the end, we have an author who is a killer, and a woman with nice shoes lying on a beach.
Now, I know a woman who has nice shoes and is partial to lying on a beach. How far would she go in pursuit of said shoes and sunlounger? Has she got a list of previous writing partners that I don’t know about, all of whom have disappeared in mysterious circumstances? Why does she keep giving me books about people being murdered?
If you don’t hear from me again, please send flowers. And cake….