What was that?
I was so looking forward to the second instalment in the Josephine Tey series, because the first one had really surprised me in the best way – and I’m not keen on either series or tribute- / fan- fiction.
But where was the sparkle, the pep, the genuine dialogue between the characters that made the first book work so well?
For what its worth, where was the plot???
This book seriously suffered from “telling, not showing”, from a stagnant plot, from solely basing all success of this story on shock-value (which was not that shocking once got used to all sorts of stereotypes being exhausted…).