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The Christmas Murder Game
by Alexandra Benedict
The Christmas Murder Game was cheerful, festive crap.
I'm not sure how it managed to seem like a cheerful read when the cast were dropping like flies and most of the characters had been bereaved in truly horrible ways, but it still managed to sweep along as a festive romp.
Lily is invited back to her childhood home / mansion, Endgame House, to play one last Christmas Game. Her deceased Aunt Liliana has left clues that should spell out how Lily's Mum was brutally murdered (festive...) Also, whoever wins the game gets the house.
There are also anagrams for the reader to find, which may have distracted me from the ropy writing:
"There are so many secrets here, jostling like a pudding in a steamer."
"The Winter stars stand out like white dots on dominoes."
"...feeding her voice with compassion like a Christmas cake with whisky."
"A smirk runs under her lips like a rat beneath a red carpet."
Is death by simile possible?
Ah, who cares? I had good fun reading this. Even though the characters were one-dimensional, the plot plain ridiculous and the whole thing as subtle as a snowball to the face. (Or, if we're copying Benedict's signature simile style: "as subtle as an early 1990s Swingball racquet to the face.")
Ahh, I should be nicer. It is Christmas after all. I did quite like:
"The night passes slowly, as interminable as a Monopoly game."
We've all been there.
Anyway, don't expect a dazzling return to the Golden Age of crime and you may really enjoy this festive bloodbath.
I'm not sure how it managed to seem like a cheerful read when the cast were dropping like flies and most of the characters had been bereaved in truly horrible ways, but it still managed to sweep along as a festive romp.
Lily is invited back to her childhood home / mansion, Endgame House, to play one last Christmas Game. Her deceased Aunt Liliana has left clues that should spell out how Lily's Mum was brutally murdered (festive...) Also, whoever wins the game gets the house.
There are also anagrams for the reader to find, which may have distracted me from the ropy writing:
"There are so many secrets here, jostling like a pudding in a steamer."
"The Winter stars stand out like white dots on dominoes."
"...feeding her voice with compassion like a Christmas cake with whisky."
"A smirk runs under her lips like a rat beneath a red carpet."
Is death by simile possible?
Ah, who cares? I had good fun reading this. Even though the characters were one-dimensional, the plot plain ridiculous and the whole thing as subtle as a snowball to the face. (Or, if we're copying Benedict's signature simile style: "as subtle as an early 1990s Swingball racquet to the face.")
Ahh, I should be nicer. It is Christmas after all. I did quite like:
"The night passes slowly, as interminable as a Monopoly game."
We've all been there.
Anyway, don't expect a dazzling return to the Golden Age of crime and you may really enjoy this festive bloodbath.