Winterkill – Ragnar Jónasson

Easter weekend is approaching, and snow is gently falling in Siglufjörður, the northernmost town in Iceland, as crowds of tourists arrive to visit the majestic ski slopes.
Ari Thór Arason is now a police inspector, but he’s separated from his girlfriend, who lives in Sweden with their three-year-old son. A family reunion is planned for the holiday, but a violent blizzard is threatening and there is an unsettling chill in the air.
Three days before Easter, a nineteen-year-old local girl falls to her death from the balcony of a house on the main street. A perplexing entry in her diary suggests that this may not be an accident, and when an old man in a local nursing home writes ‘She was murdered’ again and again on the wall of his room, there is every suggestion that something more sinister lies at the heart of her death…
As the extreme weather closes in, cutting the power and access
to Siglufjörður, Ari Thór must piece together the puzzle to reveal a horrible truth … one that will leave no one unscathed.

Ah, Siglufjörður. It’s been five years since we first visited you in Snowblind (one of my books of the year for 2015), and it’s great to be back in this, Ari Thór’s latest adventure. Though I’m a little sad that it’s the final instalment in Jónasson’s Dark Iceland series.

It’s nearly Easter in Siglufjörður, and Ari Thór Arason is looking forward to a visit from his former girlfriend and his son. Then a young local girl is found dead on the main street, having fallen from a balcony above. Ari Thór is soon on the case.

I’m a huge fan of Jónasson’s books and his wonderfully sparse style. There’s barely an ounce of fat on this tale, and it’s just a joy to read, although over all too soon.

As ever, Jónasson presents us with, on the face of it, a simple puzzle. Did the girl jump, or was there something more going on? But intertwined with that are other threads – the cryptic message left by the elderly resident, the imminent visit by Kristin and their son. And its central theme of change – Ari Thór, once the new officer on the block is now an old hand, with his own protoge to deal with. Siglufjörður, once isolated, is now host to ski-loving tourists. It’s no longer the town we first met, and perhaps this is a fitting farewell.

Of course, it’s always tricky to talk about a crime book without giving too much away. And I’ll leave it up to you to find out whether Ari Thór solves this case, what the writing on the wall means, and what happens when the power goes out in Siglufjörður…

A friend recently asked me if I could recommend any Scandinavian Noir. I have quite a selection, acquired over the years. But the first book I reached for was Ragnar Jónasson’s Snowblind. Move over, Scandi Noir, Icelandic Noir is where it’s at.

As you’ve probably guessed, I think you should read this book. Go visit the little town in northern Iceland, with its excellent hot chocolate, fascinating inhabitants, and clever police inspector. Don’t worry, you’ll be safe in his hands.

Winterkill by Ragnar Jónasson (translated by David Warriner) is published by Orenda Books and is out on Thursday 10th December. Many thanks to Anne Cater and Orenda Books for inviting me to take part in the blog tour, and for the advance copy of the book for review.

Deadline – Geoff Major – book extract

Adam Ferranti was a talented American journalist, who moved to England to escape the issues surrounding his fall from glory at the Washington Post; only to be thrust back in it when a mysterious serial killer makes him his confidante. 

DS Stephanie Walker is a member of the West Yorkshire Police. Whilst tough and results-driven at work, she hides the abuse she suffers at home. She finds Ferranti annoying but he’s her only chance to stay close to what the killer is planning next. 

Ferranti reluctantly complies with the Police, but when the killer reveals himself it suddenly gets personal.

Today I’ve got an extract from Deadline, a new thriller from debut author Geoff Major.

PC John Turner was just about to end his shift, which had been remarkably dull to say the least, when his radio crackled into life:

“Come in, 4-7-1-3”, the Control Room dispatcher said.

“4-7-1-3”, Turner replied into his radio.

“Can you attend an address in the Adel area, please. Report of a possible dead body”.

Turner confirmed he could attend and noted the address. He turned on the car’s flashing blue lights and sped towards the leafy and very affluent neighbourhood of Adel; carefully weaving in and out of the late afternoon traffic as he drove. Within minutes, he was pulling into the sweeping gravel driveway of a remarkably beautiful house.

4-7-1-3 to Control”, radioed in Turner, as he waited for a response. 

Go ahead, 4-7-1-3”, crackled the radio confirmation.

I’m at the address and am about to enter the property. No sign of SOCO yet, so I’ll just secure the scene”, said Turner.

“Understood, 4-7-1-3. SOCO say they are close – just working their way through some traffic”, came the reply from Control.

Roger that”, said Turner, and he ended the call. 

Getting out of the car, Turner walked towards the double-doors of Andrew Jagger’s home and suddenly found himself feeling apprehensive. The house was modern, yet it had a kind of dark, gothic grandeur. All the windows had thick, heavy curtains drawn in full, and the front doors were huge and imposing; almost eight feet tall and crafted out of the darkest wood he’d ever seen. Turner could see that one of the doors was already slightly ajar, so he rapped on it and called out; “Hello? Police”. There was no response, so he decided to open the door further. 

As he entered the property, in front of him was a grand entrance hall. At the rear of the hall was a huge window that looked out onto a football-field sized and perfectly manicured lawn. Two stairways swept in opposing semi circles up to a spectacular balcony, with another huge window behind it, reaching all the way up to a vaulted ceiling. Turner would have been breathless at its magnificence, had it not been for Andrew Jagger’s body, perfectly centred against this magnificent backdrop, suspended by his neck in front of the balustrade of the expansive landing. His arms and legs were held taut by ropes, to create a deeply disturbing star-shaped pose on the balustrade. His trousers were missing, and there was the largest pool of blood Turner had ever seen, gathering on the floor twelve feet below Andrew Jagger’s lifeless body. 

Turner assumed the body had been there several hours, as blood was no longer dripping from the open wounds, yet Andrew Jagger’s eyes seemed to be staring right at him; imploring him to help. There was nothing Turner could do, just as there had been nothing Jagger could do in the moments before his death. 

“4-7-1-3 to Control”, Turner stammered, with his eyes fixed on Jagger. “Reported dead body, confirmed”. 

“Understood, 4-7-1-3. SOCO should be with you in less than one minute”. 

PC John Turner clicked off the radio. He looked up at Jagger’s face one more time and then turned away from the morbidly hypnotic scene, and vomited.

Deadline, by Geoff Major is published by Grosvenor House Publishing and is out now. You can find Geoff at his blog, or on twitter @GradusPrimus

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November roundup

Another month gone, and it’s time for a look back at the books of November. Eight books read this month, which is a lot for me. Due in no small part to some of them being absolute corkers!

We start with non-fiction, and James O’Brien’s How Not To Be Wrong: The Art of Changing Your Mind. Fascinating stuff – I’m sure you either love James or not, but I found this a thought-provoking read, as he examines what it’s like to turn his forensic disection of opinions on his own beliefs. It’s honest, refreshing and at times funny, but always thought-provoking. Well worth a read.

Next we had one of those corkers I mentioned. At the end of October I read (and loved) Trevor Wood’s CWA Dagger winning The Man on the Street. So when I got my hands on a copy of the sequel, the TBR pile got pushed to one side and I dived right in. Book two, One Way Street, is just as good as the original. I urge you to pick them both up.

Another great read was Leave No Trace, by Sara Driscoll. I love these books, and this is the fifth in her FBI K9 series, following the adventures of FBI handler Meg Jennings and her search-and-rescue K-9 partner, Hawk. Great fun, I really enjoyed this one.

Audiobook subscription this month was Knots and Crosses, by Ian Rankin. You might have heard of him, apparently he’s written quite a lot of books. Alas I’ve been rather remiss and hadn’t read any of them until now. Knots and Crosses, as I’m sure you know, is the first Rebus book, and jolly good it is too. Great narrator too, which made the month’s dog walks fly by.

Next we had Genvieve Cogman’s The Dark Archive, book 7 in her Invisible Library series, and one of the best yet. I love these books so much, and have been raving about them since the very first. An invisible library, librarian spies, dragons, detectives and fae. What more could you want?

Then we had debut author Geoff Major’s Deadline, a Leeds-based thriller from a local author. I’ve got an extract of that for you coming up on the blog soon.

I was at a virtual book event (the fantastic London Calling – featuring Amer Anwar along with Rod Reynolds and Joy Kluver). Amer was there to talk about his new book, Stone Cold Trouble. I suddenly realised that whilst I’d been following Amer on twitter for ages, I hadn’t read his first book. That was quickly rectified, and immediately after the event I sat down to read Brothers In Blood. Utterly brilliant, the dynamic between his lead character Zaqir Khan and his mate Jags just lifts this. Hugely recommended.

And I rounded out the month with another great thriller. A Wanted Man, by Rob Parker. It’s a fast-paced thriller set in and around Manchester, featuring ex-soldier and really fresh ex-con Ben Bracken. Who has just escaped from Strangeways, and has a score to settle. Cracking page turner, and I can’t wait to find out what Bracken gets up to next.

So quite a thrillery/crimey month, November. Anything there take your fancy?


I bought a few books this month:

  • A Wanted Man – Rob Parker
  • Brothers In Blood – Amer Anwar
  • November Road – Lou Berney
  • Waymaking: An Anthology of Women’s Adventure Writing, Poetry and Art (Vertebrate Publishing) – Adventurous Ink subscription for November

And I was fortunate enough to be sent review copies of:

  • Slough House – Mick Herron (Michael Joseph)
  • The Fires of Vengeance – Evan Winter (Orbit Books)
  • The Dark Archive (Pan Macmillan)
  • Smokescreen – Jorn Lier Horst & Thomas Enger (Orenda Books)
  • Bound – Vanda Symon (Orenda Books)
  • Ariadne – Jennifer Saint (Wildfire Books)
  • Deity – Matt Wesolowski (Orenda Books)
  • Fortune & Glory – Janet Evanovich
  • Light Seekers – Femi Kayode (Raven Books)

And I won a copy of Stone Cold Trouble by Amer Anwar from Dialogue Books. Looking forward to diving into the futher adventures of Zaq and Jags!

Phew. Quite a month. What have you been reading? Any of the above tickle your fancy?

Next month we’ll be looking into the books of the year lists – I think I’ve got it narrowed down to about fifteen, but the year’s not quite over yet…

337 – M Jonathan Lee: book extract

One of the more intriguing books I’ve seen recently, M. Jonathan Lee’s 337 sounds fascinating.

337 is the story of a boy who woke one morning to find his mother had vanished leaving just her wedding ring and a note on the kitchen table. Now, twenty years later, he sits alongside his grandmother in her final week trying to get to the truth before the knowledge she holds about what really happened literally passes away. Lost forever.

And I’ve got a short extract to whet your appetite!

As I dress, I wonder what would happen if I too decided not to visit Gramma. What if I decided that I couldn’t be bothered to make the effort? If I decided that instead of seeing my dying relative, I would pursue the imaginary possibility of playing music with a world-renowned rock star? And it instantly comes to me.

Nothing would happen. 

Nothing at all. 

Gramma would die. 


And the impact on my life would be the same as removing one grain of sand from the Sahara. 

But there is something that makes me different to my brother, my father. It is more than just a yearning not to be like them. It is actually a part of me. A part of what makes me the way I am. I am not like them. I have always played this role. I’ve spent a lifetime making up for their behaviour by doing more than one person could ever be reasonably expected to do. 

To be honest with you, Gramma dying alone doesn’t even bother me. 

After what happened, it’s no more than she deserves.

I make my way downstairs into the kitchen and click on the kettle. I try to imagine how I would have felt if my father had called and told me that Gramma had already died. I concentrate, stripping away my personal feelings for her and wrestling with how I should feel on hearing of the death of anybody. I am still thinking as the rush of steam is propelled into the underside of the kitchen cupboards, dispersing in all directions like the mushroom from an atom bomb. 

I decide that I will make the effort and at least visit her once. 

That feels right. I’ll do it tomorrow.

Sound good? 337 by M. Jonathan Lee is published by Hideaway Fall, and is out now. Please note the double-ended upside-down opening for this book is available in books ordered in hard copy from UK booksellers only.

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A Wanted Man – Rob Parker


Ben Bracken, ex-soldier, has just got out of Strangeways. Not by the front door.

With him, he has his ‘insurance policy’ – a bag of evidence that will guarantee his freedom, provided he can keep it safe.

Rejected by the army, disowned by his father, and any hopes of parenthood long since shattered, Ben has no anchors in his life. No one to keep him steady. No one to stop his cause…

The plan: to wreak justice on the man who had put him in prison in the first place, a ruthless mob boss who heads a powerful crime syndicate.

Loved it. There, that’s the review.


Ok, fine. A Wanted Man is a fast-paced thriller set in and around Manchester, featuring ex-soldier and really fresh ex-con Ben Bracken. Who has just escaped from Strangeways, and has a score to settle.

The book kicks off with a bang, and doesn’t let go until the very end. Parker’s writing is sharp and snappy, his plot taut as a wire and somehow manages to ratchet up the tension consistently from the off. Ben Bracken is a great character and worthy addition to the genre, and whilst I’m late to the party (sorry Rob), it does mean I’ve got a new series to dive into.

I bought this book late the other evening and polished off two-thirds of it in one sitting, getting up early to finish it off the following morning. Proper definition of page turner.

I am very much looking forward to finding out what happens next. Highly recommended.

A Wanted Man by Rob Parker is out now.

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Brothers in Blood – Amer Anwar

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A Sikh girl on the run. A Muslim ex-con who has to find her. A whole heap of trouble. 

Southall, West London. After being released from prison, Zaq Khan is lucky to land a dead-end job at a builders’ yard. All he wants to do is keep his head down and put the past behind him.

But when Zaq is forced to search for his boss’s runaway daughter, he quickly finds himself caught up in a deadly web of deception, murder and revenge. 

With time running out and pressure mounting, can he find the missing girl before it’s too late? And if he does, can he keep her – and himself – alive long enough to deal with the people who want them both dead?

I was at a virtual book event earlier this week (the fantastic London Calling – featuring Amer Anwar along with Rod Reynolds and Joy Kluver). Amer was there to talk about his new book, Stone Cold Trouble. I suddenly realised that whilst I’d been following Amer on twitter for ages, I hadn’t read his first book, Brothers In Blood.

That was quickly rectified, and immediately after the event I sat down to read.

Brothers in Blood won the CWA Debut Dagger a couple of years ago, and it’s easy to see why. This is a brilliant crime thriller, and I rattled through it over the course of that evening and the next, grabbing every spare few minutes to read another chapter.

Former prisoner Zaq Khan is working in a builders’ yard in Southall in London when his boss gives him a job. His daughter Rita has gone missing, and Zaq is given the task of tracking her down, or face prison once more. It’s a seemingly impossible task – all he’s got to go on is a photo and a list of names. And her brothers who seem almost more desperate to get her back than her father does.

I love a good crime book, and Brothers In Blood is a cut above. What really lifts it is the dynamic between Zaq and his mate Jags – these two just bounce off the page with their easy friendship, not afraid to take the piss out of each other for any and everything. It’s this lightness sprinkled through the book that gives a sharp contrast to the dark underbelly of the story, and boy does it get pretty gruesome in places.

As regular readers of this blog know, I really like a book with a great sense of place, and Brothers In Blood definitely has that as we follow Zaq and Jags around Southall and west London on the hunt for Rita, whilst trying to avoid her dangerous brothers and a few ghosts from Zaq’s past.

Just superb. And the great thing about coming to the book late is that I don’t have long to wait for book two. Result!

Hugely recommended. Go treat yourself to a copy.

Brothers In Blood by Amer Anwar is published by Dialogue Books.

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The Dark Archive – Genevieve Cogman

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A mysterious archive. A powerful enemy. And a cunning plan.

Danger is part of the day job for a Librarian spy. So Irene’s hoping for a relaxing weekend. However, her jaunt to Guernsey proves no such thing. Instead of retrieving a rare book, she’s almost assassinated, Kai is poisoned and Vale barely escapes with his life. Then the attacks continue in London – targeting those connected with the Fae-dragon peace treaty.

Irene knows she must stop the plot before the treaty fails. Or someone dies. But when Irene and friends are trapped underground, in a secret archive, things don’t look so good. Then an old enemy demands vengeance, and a shocking secret is revealed. Can Irene really seize victory from chaos?

The Dark Archive sees the welcome return of our favourite librarian spy, her dragon companion and the great detective. Oh, and a new Fae apprentice. It’s book seven in the series, so regular readers know what they’re letting themselves in for – adventure, hijinks, magical libraries (the best kind) and a spot of peril.

Oh, so much peril.

Shouts came from behind them. Irene knew that symphony; it started with There they are and continued on to Stop them, with occasional gunshot obbligato.

If you’ve not come across these books before, book seven is probably the wrong place to start (ok, it’s definitely the wrong place to start) as there’s a lot going on here which requires the reader to be up to speed on the current state of play.

But you’ve read all the others, haven’t you? (if not, why on earth not? Get thee to a bookshop/library if you can).

Still here? Right. The action starts with Irene and Vale off to get their hands on a rare book (of course). This does not go smoothly, and someone tries (unsuccessfully, thank goodness) to blow them up. The game, as another famous detective would say, is afoot.

Reader, as you may have guessed, I’m a huge fan of these books. And gladly spent a couple of hours in the company of the gang as they face a variety of terrors – remote-controlled zombies, poisonings, some very unexpected foes, a secret underground hospital, a visit to a grand exhibition, and some very interesting revelations.

Just glorious fun. I’ve enjoyed all the books so far, but this is one of the best yet.

The Dark Archive by Genevieve Cogman is published by Pan and is out now. Many thanks to the publisher for the review copy.

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Music To Eat Cake By – Lev Parikian – book extract

Delighted to be asked to take part in the blog tour for Lev Parikian’s Music To Eat Cake By. I loved his first book, Into the Tangled Bank.

What if readers had the power to choose what their favourite author writes about? Conductor and birdwatcher Lev Parikian responds to his readers’ requests with this collection of witty, fascinating essays on music, birds, the art of the sandwich, and much more

Here’s an extract from the book


Subject provided by Isabel Rogers

It was enough to make my heart sink. ‘What’s for lunch?’

It wasn’t that I hated the taste. The soup might have contained things I would eat: chicken, peas, sweetcorn, potatoes, sometimes even pasta. But it was soup, so all bets were off. Honestly, what was the point of it? It wasn’t food, and it wasn’t a drink. If it didn’t have chips or chocolate or jelly* or sugar or clotted cream, did it count as food? Put Frosties with extra sugar and top-of-the-milk in front of me and I’d eat three bowls; call it ‘cereal soup’ and I’d vomit. I was like Augustus Who Would Not Have Any Soup from Struwwelpeter – five days of soup and I would have died of starvation.

I gradually learned the trick. Soup was a vehicle for toast, and nothing was better than toast. Except butter. And that came with toast. So soup meant I could have toast and butter. I even learned to appreciate the heady pleasure of dunking toast into soup. That way it was like messy jam saturating the toast, and I could accept that. The other advantage of toast with soup was that I didn’t come away from a meal immediately wanting another one.

If this sounds like the confessions of an unadventurous eater, then that’s about right. Family legend holds that until the age of thirteen I ate nothing but hard-boiled eggs and Grape-Nuts, but I know that can’t be right, because I’m sure I had a packet of Rolos most days from 1972 onwards.

When did the breakthrough come? At what point did I transition from non-souper to souper? I don’t remember a Damascene moment, no ‘Holy wow, why didn’t you tell me about THIS?’ It just happened, and before you could blink I was souping with the best of them. Perhaps my gateway soup was, like many people’s, the tin of Heinz Cream of Tomato – sweet, bland, comforting; or maybe, fancying myself a foodie in my early twenties, I sneered at tins and found the fledgling Covent Garden Soup Company, with their upmarket cartons and adventurous combinations more appealing to my snobbish taste buds (this was the late 1980s – nouvelle cuisine had infiltrated the consciousness of readers of the Independent, but putting carrot and coriander onto the supermarket shelves was very much pushing the outer limits of exoticism). It wasn’t ‘proper’ cooking, but, for no good reason I can think of, opening a carton somehow felt closer to it than opening a tin – more grown-up, less bedsit-y.

If I don’t remember the exact moment of enlightenment, I do remember the first soup I made by myself. It was a French onion soup, by far the most ambitious thing the twenty-three-year-old me had ever cooked. I’d decided, with no basis in fact, that I was a foodie, and this meant I should be able to cook the fancy stuff you might normally find in top restaurants. The palaver of the making of this soup cannot be overstated. It took me about a day and a half.

It was, predictably, awful – a honking atrocity of a soup, an insult to both recipe-writer and guests, whose silence as they forced it down was testament to its inadequacy.

The broth was insipid, lacking depth or flavour, its resemblance to dishwater more than superficial; the bread, intended to offer a layer of contrasting texture to a rich and deeply flavoured liquid, was like the grubby washing-up sponge in the bowl; the cheese – stringy, pointless, dismal – added nothing to a dish already wallowing in a quag* of its own ghastliness. It was an offering entirely lacking any of the qualities that might have made it palatable.

I haven’t made it since.

Music To Eat Cake By, by Lev Parikian is published by Unbound, and is out now. Many thanks to Anne Cater from Random Things Tours for inviting me to take part in the blog tour.

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Music To Eat Cake By

Into The Tangled Bank

Lev Parikian is a writer, conductor and hopeless birdwatcher. His first book,
Waving, Not Drowning, was published in 2013, and his second, Why Do Birds
Suddenly Disappear? followed in 2018. His numerous conducting credits include
the re-recording of the theme tune for Hancock’s Half Hour for Radio 4.

The Law of Innocence – Michael Connelly

Heading home after winning his latest case, defense attorney Mickey Haller – The Lincoln Lawyer – is pulled over by the police. They open the trunk of his car to find the body of a former client.

Haller knows the law inside out. He will be charged with murder. He will have to build his case from behind bars. And the trial will be the trial of his life. Because Mickey Haller will defend himself in court.

With watertight evidence stacked against him, Haller will need every trick in the book to prove he was framed.

But a not-guilty verdict isn’t enough. In order to truly walk free, Haller knows he must find the real killer – that is the law of innocence…

I’m a big fan of the Bosch tv show, but realised that I’ve never actually read the books. And it seems that Michael Connelly has written quite a few of them! The Law of Innocence is this sixth in his Mickey Haller Lincoln Lawyer series, and the 34th(!) in his Harry Bosch universe.

Seems like I’ve got a lot of catching up to do.

I really enjoyed The Law of Innocence. Defence lawyer Mickey Haller is heading home after a successful case when he’s pulled over by the police in an apparent routine traffic stop. And then they find a body in the trunk of his car. The body of a former client.

Mickey knows he didn’t do it, but the evidence is stacked firmly against him and he’ll have to defend himself from inside prison.

I do love a good courtroom drama, and Connelly clearly knows his stuff inside out and backwards. Haller’s task of defending himself seems insurmountable – a Not Guilty would still leave doubts, and ruin his professional career, so he needs to track down the actual killer, whilst stuck in prison.

Good job he’s got a great team on his side, including Harry Bosch himself. Loved the mix of detective work alongside the courtroom procedural, leaving you wanting to read just one more chapter.

Taut plotting, ingenious story and great characters elevate this above most that I’ve read, and I’ll be digging into the Bosch/Haller back catalogue as soon as I can!

The Law of Innocence by Michael Connelly is published by Orion on 10th November. Many thanks to Tracy Fenton of Compulsive Readers for inviting me on the blog tour, and to the publisher for an advance copy of Michael Connelly’s book to review.

One Way Street – Trevor Wood

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A series of bizarre drug-related deaths among runaway teenagers has set the North East’s homeless community on edge. 

The word on the street is that a rogue batch of Spice – the zombie drug sweeping the inner cities – is to blame, but when one of Jimmy’s few close friends is caught up in the carnage loyalty compels him to find out what’s really going on. 

One Way Street sees the welcome return of Jimmy Mullen, the homeless, PTSD-suffering, veteran as he attempts to rebuild his life following the events in The Man on the Street. 

As his probation officer constantly reminds him: all he needs to do is keep out of trouble. Sadly for him, trouble seems to have a habit of tracking Jimmy down.

A couple of weeks ago I read Trevor Wood’s first book, The Man On The Street. It had just won the CWA New Blood Dagger for best debut, I was between books, I found myself clicking ‘buy it now’ and before I knew it, I was hooked.

Last week I went along to the virtual launch of book 2, One Way Street in the excellent company of Rob Parker and Chris McGeorge and a host of other lovely bookish people via Zoom. I do quite like these virtual events, mainly because I get to go to more of them, but also because I was lucky enough to win a copy of Trevor’s book.

The first book was (and indeed is) brilliant, with a great cast of characters, set in my home town of Newcastle. I was intrigued to see what Trevor Wood would have in store this time, and reader, I was not disappointed.

There have been a series of drug-related deaths in the North East, runaway teenagers falling victim to a deadly batch of Spice. Before long, Jimmy and the gang find themselves investigating, and going down some very dark paths indeed.

It’s another great story, and kept me up far too late last night (or early this morning) finishing it. Jimmy Mullen is a great lead, with a different take on the regular investigative process. His PTSD episodes feel visceral, and add a real depth and complexity to his character.

But it’s the rest of the cast of characters that inhabit Jimmy’s world that really make these books pop – the inseparable Gadge and Deano. Dog -everyone loves Dog. And Sandy, Jimmy’s probation officer. I would *love* to see more of her in book three, she’s fabulous.

I don’t want to spoil the story of course, and think you’re better off going into this one fresh. Suffice it to say that Trevor Wood has been added to my list of authors to watch.

You should too. Cracking stuff, roll on book 3!

One Way Street by Trevor Wood is published by Quercus and is out now in ebook and audio. Many thanks to Trevor for the advance copy of his book. Opinions are, of course, my own.

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