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inulro15. Bad Men by John Connolly
This one's not a Charlie Parker novel, though it's still set in Maine and Charlie makes a cameo appearance (which I didn't feel helped at all). Although it's well written and full of suspense, it's nowhere near as good as The White Road. The body count is so high it bothered even me, and the collection of extreme psychopaths who make their way to a remote island off the coast of Maine to take revenge on the leader's wife are too extremely psychopathic as a group to be believable. Seriously, the ghosts and spirits of the island are easier to swallow.
16. Salaam Brick Lane: A Year in the New East End by Tarquin Hall
The author comes back from 10 years of working in India and discovers he can no longer afford to live in white suburbia, and rents a complete shithole on Brick Lane. He gets to know his neighbours - many Bangladeshis (including his slumlord, with whom he inexplicably becomes friends), an elderly Jewish woman, an Afghan and two Kosovan asylum seekers, and a dodgy Cockney character. It's nicely written and well observed, and possibly even heartwarming at the end. There's not a lot to it, so it's definitely worth what little effort it requires.
Apologies for the crap reviews even by my standards. I'm falling asleep but if I don't put these up now I'll probably forget.
This one's not a Charlie Parker novel, though it's still set in Maine and Charlie makes a cameo appearance (which I didn't feel helped at all). Although it's well written and full of suspense, it's nowhere near as good as The White Road. The body count is so high it bothered even me, and the collection of extreme psychopaths who make their way to a remote island off the coast of Maine to take revenge on the leader's wife are too extremely psychopathic as a group to be believable. Seriously, the ghosts and spirits of the island are easier to swallow.
16. Salaam Brick Lane: A Year in the New East End by Tarquin Hall
The author comes back from 10 years of working in India and discovers he can no longer afford to live in white suburbia, and rents a complete shithole on Brick Lane. He gets to know his neighbours - many Bangladeshis (including his slumlord, with whom he inexplicably becomes friends), an elderly Jewish woman, an Afghan and two Kosovan asylum seekers, and a dodgy Cockney character. It's nicely written and well observed, and possibly even heartwarming at the end. There's not a lot to it, so it's definitely worth what little effort it requires.
Apologies for the crap reviews even by my standards. I'm falling asleep but if I don't put these up now I'll probably forget.
