The first Vargas book I read was Seeking Whom He May Devour, which I loved, and the reason I picked it up was because I liked the cover, well, this one doesn’t have quite such a gripping cover, but it really did grow on me. It is quite simple, just a tree picked out by a shaft of light in a garden, everything else is half hidden in the darkness. It really suits the story.
As I’ve mentioned before characters are what make, or break, a book for me. And this book has great, if slightly odd, stars. Eccentric is probably the polite term.
I’ve had Sky News on in the background for more than an hour now while I was reading, and then surfing. Nothing but the story on the police officer shot in Bradford. Of course this is a tragedy, but isn’t this level of coverage a little over done considering they don’t actually have anything at all to say, apart from the fact that two female officers were shot, one injured in hospital, the other dead.