Personally, I was very impressed with this book. There’s nothing more enjoyable than a book that makes me want to keep reading, despite those little theatrics of life that constantly demand equal billing. In this book, there’s a bit of everything exquisitely blended and believably constructed. When I got past the narrator thing, everything meshed well.
The protagonist encompasses a whole host of characteristics. He’s a cop accused of a murder he didn’t commit, but he doesn’t seem to be held accountable for those he committed. He’s a widower with a truly screwed up daughter. After that television incident, I really hoped to hear no more of her.
Oh, and the narrator thing? Here’s an example. Seriously, it actually spices up the regular dialog. “The narrator proclaims that I’m ‘brooding with fiery angst, every fiber of my being awash in worriment.’ I grimace at the shade of purple his prose just turned. It’s embarrassing for both of us really.”
The narrator becomes a character himself. Smart. Shrewd. Delightful. Okay – and weird.
The book pulls you in, makes you think, and entertains your senses. Highly recommended.
(reviewed the day of purchase)