Brava, Ms. Rowling! Much of what I said for The Cuckoo's Calling can also be applied here: "Robert Galbraith" once again shows herself
witty, hilarious, brilliant, and in command of both English literature and
European mythology.
I had to look up at least two cultural references in this
one: Rose West and Rowntree. The victim in this murder mystery is Owen Quine,
and his wife Leonora is one of the suspects. The press compares her in physical
appearance to Rose West – apparently, a real-life serial killer currently
serving a life sentence in the U.K.
If I heard the audiobook correctly, Rowntree is the name of
Robin Ellacott’s parents’ chocolate Labrador retriever. The name fits a
chocolate-colored dog because it’s the name of the U.K. chocolate maker, the
one that makes Aero bars. (Rainbow Rowell has teased an appearance by Aero bars
in Carry On, which she promises is filled with nommy food references.)
Robin Venetia Ellacott is even more of a superheroine in this one than she was in the last.
Guy Ritchie could direct the movie version.
Book Boyfriend #444: Cormoran Strike. If Edward Fairfax Rochester fell through half a dozen Raymond Chandler novels and From Here to Eternity on his way to the 21st century, the result would be Cormoran Strike.
And I am shipper trash because I desperately want Robin to
leave Matthew for Cormoran. That kiss on the hand in the very last sentence of
the novel - that's all the encouragement I need. The line has been crossed. Let
the good ship CormoRobin set forth.
Robert Glenister is an amazing voice actor. I didn’t love
his voice for Cormoran’s brother Al; Al was supposed to have a slight French
accent, but to me he sounded too American. But otherwise, Glenister makes it
too easy to forget I’m listening to a single person reading instead of to the
characters themselves.
Do I really have to wait until October 20 for the third book, Career of
Evil, though?
I checked this audiobook out of my local library and was
not, in any way, obligated to review it.
P.S. I don’t think I’ll ever buy anything made from silk
again unless it’s ahimsa or cruelty-free silk. I can’t stand the thought of the
little silkworms being boiled alive inside their cocoons.
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