When I read and reviewed The Bat early last year, a reader mentioned to me that even though that wasn’t up to my expectation, other novels in the Harry Hole series would be better. I am not one to judge a detective or a writer by one book, so it was an easy choice to read this one in the same series. Continue reading “Book Review: Cockroaches, by Jo Nesbo”
If there is one genre that I love to read, it is a murder mystery. To know the crime, and then read along, trying to solve the crime with each turning page, it’s quite fun. I’ve grown up reading Hercule Poirot and Sherlock Holmes, not to forget the delightful Perry Mason. When author Rasleen Syal asked me if I would read and review her debut novel, I happily accepted it. The title intrigued me, and then the cover, a very simple yet captivating one, convinced me that it was going to be a good read. Continue reading “Book Review: Happily Murdered, by Rasleen Syal”
An anthology is different in each author has a different style, a different story to tell us. Time’s Lost Atlas has eleven stories set in various countries and encompassing different major events of the last decade. Try as I did, I couldn’t guess some of the events. Am not very worldly I suppose!
Anyways… quick thoughts on each of the stories…
If you put two brilliant authors together, does the book become doubly brilliant? I hadn’t read my co-authored books before, and when a chance came to read such a book, I jumped at it. Private India is written by Ashwin Sanghi (author of The Rozabal Line) and James Patterson (of Alex Cross series fame). Two good authors, writing a book in the genre I love the most, crime thriller fiction. Continue reading “Book Review: Private India, by James Patterson and Ashwin Sanghi”
There are some novels that stand out based on just the power of narration. Through that narration, the author manages to paint a picture, take us into the novel and make that picture come alive. It’s as if we are walking down the roads the characters walk and seeing what they see. Lavanya Sankaran’s The Hope Factory was one such novel I remember. I’ve come across very few such evocative novels from Indian authors, and it was a pleasure to read this one, The Smoke is Rising, from Mahesh Rao. Continue reading “Book Review: The Smoke is Rising, by Mahesh Rao”