I’d assumed this book would have gothic or fairytale (are they not the same thing? Different sides of the same coin perhaps?) undertones, but it sits a little more firmly in the mystery genre and what WAS to be a short pre-dinner read, turned into several hours, until I’d finished the book.
I’d misunderstood the backcover blurb of this book by Jennifer Spence so thought it was going to predominantly be historical fiction, flashing back and forth in time to a point at which someone made a decision they later regretted or that could have gone two ways.
I’m not a fan of historical fiction. I had visions of war-time London or similar and was worried this book might be heavy-going.
And… Was. I. Wrong!!!! (That’s a statement, not a question by the way!)
When this book arrived I noted it was by Tania Blanchard, the author of The Girl From Munich – a book I’d heard of (of course as it was very popular), but not read. And it wasn’t until I started reading I discovered it listed in Goodreads as The Girl From Munich #2.
I was a tad harsh on John Sandford and Virgil Flowers when we last caught up in Deep Freeze. In reality I missed the wild, irresponsible and irreverent Virgil who seemed much changed. Though in fairness to him he was facing fatherhood and monogamy for the first time ever.
Obviously it didn’t deter me as I was keen to rejoin Virgil (or ‘that fuckin Flowers’ as he’s known to most) on his latest exploits. And (other than the weird inclusion of bloody larceny involving children’s toys again – this time lego* instead of barbie dolls!) THIS was more the Sandford I know and love.
I downloaded this book onto my e-Reader some time before my Italian holiday, along with a few other books, planning to do some reading while away. As it happened however, I didn’t even turn my iPad on until my flight home…. over 3wks after I’d left.
I didn’t remember seeing this book as a hard copy on offer for review but requested an electronic copy when it started to appear everywhere and thank god I did as it helped one of the two legs of my flights from Rome to Brisbane pass really quickly.
I very much enjoyed Australian author Aoife Clifford’s debut novel All These Perfect Strangers, released in 2016.
Second Sight is a little different to the first book (in neither a good nor bad way). It feels very Australian and I adored the opening pages – Clifford’s vividly visceral descriptions and the easy way in which she gives us a strong sense of the small coastal town of Kinsale.
The sun pours through the glass and warms my bones to jelly. I wind down the window to take in the salted scent of my childhood: sea mixed with the crusty tang from the deep-fryers in the takeaway shops. It’s all sunscreen, tan lines, peeling skin and bad holiday traffic. p 2
I’ve talked before about my old (bad) habit of avoiding Australian fiction. I’ve assumed it was because I’d read to ‘escape’ and didn’t really want to read about my own backyard. That’s slowly changed over the past 4-5 years however and my proportion of Australian to overseas authors has grown enormously.
Richard Beasley – an author based in Sydney – has previously released the popular Cyanide Games and Hell Has Harbour Views – though is new to me and (as always) it’s great to discover a new crime fiction author and (in particular) a new series.
I hadn’t realised this book was the third in a series until I started reading it and my enjoyment probably suffered a little as a result as I felt like I was missing a lot of the context. The characters, however are great and – if you get the chance – I’d recommend starting at the beginning. Starting part-way through (as I’ve done) will mean you get some spoilers about earlier books, case outcomes and the characters’ exploits.
Last year I read Sara Foster’s All That Is Lost Between Us and interviewed the West Australian-based author about some of the novel’s themes.
Interestingly her new release, The Hidden Hours is quite a different kind of book. In reality it’s probably one which better reflects my reading bread and butter so I devoured it in a sitting.