Denise Mina is a really, really good writer, but I don’t really dig her books what much.
My daughter has a theory on why she never likes the books I recommend to her. Namely that they are “guy books”. They never quite hit the spot for her because she’s a girl. These include the Bosch books, books by Le Carre, and the Aubrey-Maturin series for goodness sakes!
Fair enough if that’s how you want to be, but in that spirit I wish to assert that Denise Mina writes “girl books”.
Girl-book warning sign:
The narrator is telling me way more about her feelings than I want to hear, frequently and at length.
As we read on, it appearss that the protagonist moght be clinically mentally ill. Her actual life is falling (has fallen) apart, and she’s obsessing over a podcast.
Finally 2/3 the way through (and I skipped maybe 1/4 of that!) she is peeling the layers back a little bit. It’s all very modern, her sidekick is twittering and even podcasting from the grocery aisle, which means DRAMA, since shadowy forces are trying to kill her. It’s all pretty exhausting.
OK, after all this whining, the last 60 or so pages were quite fun!
The ambient paranoia was getting a little tiresome when it turned out that some of it was well-founded!! There really were creepy things happening off stage!
In the end, good things happen for the good guys. The super-villian was in fact the tool of (or the assistant to) the woman who was the actual super-villian, and she did get hers, so the whole thing almost made sense at the end.
And shame on me for being so old-fashioned, but I do really do prefer endings where justice is served and the loose ends of the characters’ lives are somewhat tidied up. So I’ll give Mina another chance down the road ๐