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3.97 AVERAGE
3.97 AVERAGE
I should really start rating her books four stars. They’re great. This is a book for Charlie.
I really enjoyed this one the most of all eight in the series! I don't know if this is the end of the series, permanently, but I hope not!
dark
mysterious
tense
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Plot
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
No
mysterious
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Plot
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Complicated
(4.5) This was a great Vera novel, especially because it focuses on her own life and past so much. The mystery ended in a less jarring way than the previous books too, since it didn't rely on information out of the blue. Loved it!
This series is growing as I get along reading it. Little less Vera-hating in the later books (lots of negative comments about her in the text) and I appreciate that. It took away from the enjoyment of reading the books for me personally. Good plot in this one.
Review for Sunday Times: bit.ly/2z9fAm1
– Sometimes it felt as if her whole life had been spent in the half-light; in her dreams, she was moonlit, neon-lit or she floated through the first gleam of dawn. Night was still the time when she felt most awake. –
– Vera was restless. She couldn't sit still and she'd never seen the point of walking around outsidejust for the sake of it; she watched the hikers with their boots and walking poles who strode past her cottage and thought they must be mad. –
– Seagull? What's a seagull? There are herring gulls, black-headed gulls, common gulls. But there's no such species as a seagull. –
– It seemed a sort of magic: all this information from a heap of bones. –
– I do like a sense of humour in a villain. –
– Sometimes it felt as if her whole life had been spent in the half-light; in her dreams, she was moonlit, neon-lit or she floated through the first gleam of dawn. Night was still the time when she felt most awake. –
– Vera was restless. She couldn't sit still and she'd never seen the point of walking around outsidejust for the sake of it; she watched the hikers with their boots and walking poles who strode past her cottage and thought they must be mad. –
– Seagull? What's a seagull? There are herring gulls, black-headed gulls, common gulls. But there's no such species as a seagull. –
– It seemed a sort of magic: all this information from a heap of bones. –
– I do like a sense of humour in a villain. –