Right off the bat, I would like to say: Man, I loved this book!
Now, if you’d read my reviews of the first two books in the Restarter series, you might be thinking, “So, what’s new? You loved those too.” And you’d be right on the money. I did. However, this is like one of those families where you have that one family member you love just a smidgen more than the rest.
So, what gave this book that extra ounce of specialness? In short, the author had fun. And, yes, he certainly had fun with the others too, just like I did while reading them. But this one… well, it had that extra pinch of fun-parmesan sprinkled over the top. I just have the feeling that McMahon let his proverbial hair down with this story.
In conclusion – just in case you missed it – The Restarter Initiative is one helluva fun ride, and everyone should buy a ticket.
Sorry, I couldn’t resist, but the pun is seriously intended, along with the missing “t”.
As per usual, I won’t delve into the story, as there are enough readers and reviewers out there who have done it justice. I will say, however, that this is not a book for those wanting a warm and fuzzy read filled with cupcakes and rainbows. But if you’re craving a compelling narrative that captivates you in a shroud of darkness, you cannot go wrong with Edge of the Breach.
Put simply, it’s my favourite indie read thus far, and one of my favourites in general.
Well written, well edited and, overall, well done.
I’ve been meaning to get my hands on a good murder-mystery novel for some time, as I haven’t read one in ages, and thanks to Adam’s Witness by Joanne Paulson, I’ve found one!
As per usual, I won’t delve into the story itself, as there are plenty of reviewers out there who will do it much more justice than I can.
I can, however, say that I’m thoroughly impressed by Paulson’s debut, the first of five in the Adam and Grace series.
As a former journalist myself, I was most intrigued by the dilemma facing the protagonists, Adam and Grace – their hearts pounding against the wall of professionalism. It’s not always easy to separate one’s emotions from a news story, and I’m sure police officers often face that same predicament with cases too. And when it comes to romance, the line between one’s work life and private life can get blurred real fast.
Not only did I enjoy being taken on a rollercoaster ride of love, lust and suspense, but I also appreciated the author broaching the subject of unbridled hatred by people towards those different from them – something I see every day but still cannot wrap my head around. In short, Adam and Grace is a true joy to read, and I suspect (excuse the pun) that Paulson will again find herself on my TBR list in the foreseeable future.
As per the prevailing belief that bad news should always be delivered first, the bad news is this: humour has died.
However, before you start weeping uncontrollably while tearing at your clothes and wailing “Why?! Whyyyyy?!!!” to the heavens above, it might be prudent to wait for the good news, and the good news is this: humour has moved to the city of Gloomwood.
Now, if you aren’t familiar with the city of Gloomwood, all you need to know is that it’s, well, a city, and that it’s situated in the afterlife. Which is why humour must have died to go there, right? Well, maybe. Whatever the case may be, though, you don’t have to worry, because humour is alive and well, despite its change of address.
DEAD HEADS, the debut novel by Ross Young, is the first to introduce our universe to Gloomwood, and what an introduction! As per usual, I won’t go into the specifics of the story, as there are many book reviewers out there more qualified than me to do this. So, again, I’d rather share my personal experience of the book overall.
Firstly, I cannot believe this is a debut novel! While the witty, well-written narrative had me chuckling at times, it certainly had me smiling from start to finish. And that, for me, is worth gold. Although not exactly like the late Sir Terry Pratchett – and neither should it be, because it’s unique in its own right – it felt cosy and familiar, like lounging in a comfy chair in front of a fireplace while having a whiskey with a dear old friend, reminiscing over good old times.
In fact, it made me feel so at home that I’m ready to move to Gloomwood. And, no, I don’t have a death wish, but I’ll be sure to visit Gloomwood again with my next book haul.
