by Spencer Quinn
I’ve sometimes thought that when a mystery writer (or TV show) has to resort to choosing characters from the detective’s immediate family (neighbor, coworker, friend), then it’s about time he gave up on the series. He’s clearly running out of ideas.
Plus the characters he chose made me sad. I guess I shouldn’t fault him for that—if I care about characters enough to be sad when things happen to them, it’s a sign he’s created some engaging imaginary beings. But all the same, I don’t like to be sad!
It’s a pretty good book all the same, but I wouldn’t call it the best in the series. By any means. Even Chet’s inner narration seemed to be off its game.
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