One of the luxuries I indulge in occasionally (or quite often, to be honest) is to reread favourite novels.
This time I picked Val McDermid’s A Place of Execution. As my memory is completely unreliable, I often enjoy a mystery just as much the second time – because I have no idea who did it.
But in this case, I remembered exactly how and why Alison Carter disappeared. I reread each of the 500 pages – just because it is such a masterpice!
Ms McDermid, I stand in awe. This is exactly the kind of mystery I would write if I could.
Here is a link to the review I wrote in 2010.