There are very few authors from whom I will pre-order a book with nothing more than the title to go on. There are even fewer I’ll consider buying twice: once for the initial speedy Kindle read and once to own the book as a physical object. Jim C. Hines is on that list. And with his latest release, Terminal Alliance, he’s cemented his place there. The basic premise of the book can be boiled down to: What if human sanitation workers were the only ones […]
Here I am, and here’s another cozy. But the break made a difference. Or maybe this is just better than the last few I read.
Language is a damn funny thing. Not only the language we speak, but the way language shapes how we perceive the world, and also how we all end up with linguistic tics born of our job, our position in life, our hobbies, and other factors we probably aren’t even aware of. Not sure how this relates to a novel about thieves in a magical world? Step inside, won’t you — we have much to talk about.
This isn’t exactly the book I hoped it would be, but it was fascinating nonetheless. In the author’s (after)words: “Ratting, for me…is not just about rats; it is also about seeing another side of a given city.” And that’s exactly what he sets out to show his reader.
I picked this one up on sale, despite figuring I wouldn’t really be its target audience (I don’t know a Lanvin from a Latverian; fashion is something I stare at when I can’t sleep (or, well, it used to be when “Fashion Trance” was a thing). Delightfully, I was wrong.
I cannot tell a lie, dear reader: This is, technically, another cozy mystery. But it’s an awful lot more fun than the Scottish Play.
So-oo. This one doesn’t count as a “cozy” mystery, I don’t think. I have mixed feelings about it, though.
As an avid reader of both cozy mysteries and Agatha Christie, I am ashamed to admit that I only discovered Ngaio Marsh because of Benedict Cumberbatch. Three of her novels have been made into audiobooks read by BC, and because I had listened to, and enjoyed, them I went ahead and picked up A Man Lay Dead, the first of the Roderick Alleyn mysteries.