Elizabeth Flynn: Game, Set and Murder

Petar Belic raised his racquet high in the air, his body arched back in the service motion recognizable to thousands of tennis fans around the world. His long, evenly tanned legs stretched upwards taking his feet off the ground. The sun glinted on his gold bracelet as his arm came over his head. His opponent had just enough time to register that it was going to be a smash as the racquet bore down. A nanosecond later the ball whizzed past him in a fluorescent yellow blur, crashed onto the service line and bounced out of court.

Oh, this book had so much promise…and then it caught the net a few times and slowly double-faulted its way to end. No tie break, no deuce, it just fizzled out.

I’m sorry, I just had to. It’s the Wimbledon finals weekend and this book was just so lame. The only other thing more disappointing this morning was that my tv (or rather my freesat box) kicked the bucket – which means I have an hour to find a new one or watch the men’s final at either a friends or at the tennis club…

Back to the book: the writing was lame, there was no atmosphere, and the D.I. dealing with the case was new in the job and pandered to constant patronising by her colleagues. Blergh.

What was the point that killed it off completely was the pretty huge mistake at the very end of the book where the solution is presented.

Stealing a diabetic’s insulin will not give them a hypo. Pretty much the reverse actually. Diabetic coma induced by skyrocketing blood sugar levels perhaps, but not a hypo.