[Dansk titel: Blodhøst. Se Litteratursidens udmærkede anmeldelse]
“It had happened, then; what only hindsight could have told him he´d been dreading. It was almost a relief, in a way, knowing the worst was over, that he didn´t have to pretend any more. Maybe he could now stop acting like this was an ordinary town, that these were normal people. Harry took a deep breath, and learned that death smells of drains, of damp soil and of heavy-duty plastic.”
These are the opening lines of Blood Harvest. Not a bad prologue, or? Bolton is in absolute top shape in her third mystery. But why is it that I enjoy meeting people in real life who like two-year-old children while they strike me as extremely sinister in a thriller?
As we know fairly early that the setting of the story is not exactly a safe place for children, the reader can only bite her nails from the first chapter when we get to know the Fletchers and their three nice children, Tom, Joe and little Millie. The family have built their house on what used to be a cemetery so their nearest neighbours are no less than two churches; a very old one plus the new church which has just been closed for years.
An exciting story full of nasty, old secrets and great characters. On the whole Bolton even gets the voices of the children right (but more about that later this week). And something very unusual: the amateur sleuth who gives the police a hand is a dishy vicar with a keen sense of humour – an extra star to Ms Bolton for beating the dust out of the clergy 😉
This thriller was an XL of 560 pages, but I wolfed it down greedily. I bought a signed copy in Bristol.