There was a lot going on in this book, and we learned a lot more about Robin and Strike than the trickles of information from the previous books. Their relationship shifted slightly and we finally had acknowledgement of the sexual tension between them, although we’re still left without any relief or hope that anything will ever happen.
I've read enough WWII stories to get a feel for the era, and it seems to me that all the death and despair was interspersed with hope and life. People just trying to live and find happiness... yet so scared to grasp it because everything was so fragile.
I feel kind of sad saying goodbye to Lady Trent... I've grown quite fond of her. She was a kick-ass woman who refused to accept the sexism of her time and worked relentlessly to pursue her passion and fight for her rights. By all accounts she's pretty awesome...
I honestly can't say enough good things about this book. It has been literally years since a book has had me laughing out loud like this one has! Even when I was crying, I was still laughing.
I have a morbid fascination with some things that aren't very nice, and at one point my attention was brought to Columbine. I read up about it a fair deal, even watching a bit of the Basement Tapes, and thought I knew more or less what happened. I was wrong.
Man, what a ride. This book was so long, but it was all good. Everything that happened and that was described felt absolutely necessary in the scheme of things, and I didn't skip a word. It completely absorbed me and when I finished I felt like I had finished a journey of my own.
It's been a while since I've read such an intriguing mystery, and a good one like this always leaves me wondering about the author's state of mind. Surely you've got to be a little bit off a psychopath to be able to come up with such fantastically mysterious murders!?