Author: Peter James
Page Count: 322
By this point I think you can safely call me a Peter James fan, even if that’s mainly for his Roy Grace series of detective novels. This here is one of his earlier books, and in a weird way it gives me a lot of hope. I just didn’t think it was very good at all, and seeing how much he’s grown as an author makes me think that hurray, perhaps there’s hope for me too.
I think my problem here was mostly with the dialogue, because the descriptive stuff wasn’t too bad. I just couldn’t get on board with the characters and the way that they talked. Pretty much all of the dialogue throughout ended up just pulling me out of the story, and if it was any other author, I wouldn’t have bothered to stick with it. But because it is Peter James, and because I plan to eventually read everything that he’s released, I ended up going with it anyway as a bedtime book, just to tick it off.
So as you can probably tell, I wouldn’t really recommend this one, but I would say that Peter James is worth reading, especially if you like crime stuff. Even if you don’t, The House On Cold Hill makes for a pretty decent horror story, and so he does have plenty there in his back catalogue for you to check out. Just maybe pick up something a little bit more recent than this one.
Really, that’s all there is to say here. The characters weren’t great, the plot was forgettable even as I was reading it, and it was a struggle for me to just make my way through it to the end. I’m glad that I’ve finally finished it now, but I’m not going to revisit it any time soon. So yeah, there’s that.