I tried out a new detective series for me – a classic series from P.D. James. Unfortunately it didn’t seem to be to my liking.
One of the benefits of reading a book that you don’t really like is that it emphasizes to yourself what things you do like. This book had a female protagonist who is new at her job, very clever, intelligent, and not afraid of mortal danger. She also is packing an illegal unregistered firearm.
So far, so good – but something I would have liked more of was humor. Or at least wit – clever wit is just what I needed. The writer instead focuses on the logic of the case, and there are only glimpses of wit or happiness in other characters.
The story itself was quite well done – starting off with a dead body but in a quite different way that traditional murder mysteries begin.
I suppose that the biggest reason for not continuing the series is that I just couldn’t relate to the detective – and why should I have to when there are so many other choices out there?
Along that line of thought, my next book is Case Histories by Kate Atkinson.