A review by narbeleth
Dead Girl Walking by Christopher Brookmyre

2.0

I hate to be disappointed by one of my favorite author’s books, but well, nothing to be done, I really, really was. With Monica’s narration explaining everything, detective part seemed rather dull and unnecessary and not leading nowhere at all.
Monica’s part of the story had some potential and maybe it would work if she played an impromptu detective looking for Heike. Instead, they discovered just enough for Parlabane’s part to feel redundant and left everything else for a big finale when he still managed to save the day (and the best thing about said finale was that Catherine McLeod was in it).
And mopping Parlabane in the mix didn’t help. Did the opposite, in fact. I expected something rash and reckless and brilliant accompanied by harsh (and funny) commentary, not a long, painful treaty about the evil ex-wife never truly getting his wild nature, especially when Sarah didn’t get anything to say on her own. I’m still counting on this being some sort of rouse before next installment when Parlabane wakes up, takes his head out of his ass, stop mopping and deals with his shit. And starts jabbing at Tories’ government, thank you.