by Ellie Marney
Tundra Books (Penguin Random House)
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Description: James Mycroft has just left for London to investigate a car accident similar to the one that killed his parents seven years ago...without saying goodbye to Rachel Watts, his 'partner in crime'.
Rachel is furious and worried about his strange behaviour - not that Mycroft's ever exactly normal, but London is the scene of so many of his nightmares. So Rachel jumps on a plane to follow him...and lands straight in a whole storm of trouble.
The theft of a copy of Shakespeare's First Folio, the possible murder of a rare books conservator, and the deaths of Mycroft's parents...Can Watts help Mycroft make sense of the three events - or will she lose him forever?
Sparks fly when Watts and Mycroft reunite in this second sophisticated thriller about the teen sleuthing duo
The Good Stuff
- Fast paced, exciting and raw
- I'm thinking Mycroft is kinda hot, but then I feel creepy cuz the dude is like 19
- Intriguing secondary characters
- Love the winks to Sherlock Holmes, especially the plays on characters names
- Her writing is beyond description. She doesn't waste a word, yet you feel like you are living in the story with the characters and can feel and taste everything.
- Wonderful sense of realism, with characters making mistakes and getting hurt and nothing wrapped up all neatly
- Teens (ok and adult readers too) are going to love the sexual tension
- Really enjoy the relationship between Watts and her brother
- Smart, snarky dialogue
- Strong female heroine - would be proud and terrified to have her as my daughter
The Not So Good Stuff
- Trying to think of something negative, Oh yeah -- scene in the morgue - ewww (Ok not really bad as it was realistic - but icky)
"In this weather, you can sense the uncertainty. The control you think you have - over the property, over your fate-is just an illusion."
"Detective. d'you honestly think Mycroft's going to do as he's told? He might be bright, but when it comes to issues of personal judgment he can be sort of a dickhead."
"For you, because it will hurt like crazy. But for him it will be worse, because if you can never trust anybody to let them in, you can never love. I wouldn't wish that on anybody."
"He must have been someone who loved books, loved words. Someone who saw beneath the weathered covers and the yellowing ink to the soul underneath."
I received this from Penguin Random House in exchange for an honest review