Anthony Horowitz is a name usually associated with young adult books. Who can forget the great Alex Rider series that sustained our imagination through adolescence? Along with his short books like ‘The Phone Goes Dead’ he showed his skill in writing suspense laden books as well as creating tension and some memorable characters. Anthony has written a few adult books before this, a couple of licensed Sherlock Holmes novels, which captured Conan Doyle’s style perfectly, along with a James Bond novel. He also wrote the Cuckoo Murders, a stand alone book that was excellent. This time he’s turned his hand to the world of the police detective. This is the first in two books, so far. I got to the party late so I’m just catching up with them.
Anthony has a great style of writing. In this one the narrator is… well Anthony himself. He comes into contact with a former police detective who has a shady, mysterious past (don’t they all ). At first it seemed to be a bit narcissistic, putting yourself at the centre of the story. However as you progress through the book you begin to realise what a clever way of telling a story this is. As a ‘writer’, I found out a few ways to tell the story through Anthony’s narrative, almost as good as an authors talk at times. The story is good, the plot and style of writing had me completely immersed in the story, so much so that the lines of reality and fiction became blurred for me. I mean this didn’t happen did it? At times I was convinced I was reading a true crime novel. Ah well, you fooled me at times Anthony.
All in all its a great story, well written. The plot is good, the characters strong. A great addition to the crime detective field. I can’t wait until the next book.