Blood Read is a story about murder in the publishing industry. The protagonist, who’s trying to catch the killer, is an endearing character (who has no trouble getting girls into bed) and he’s a reporter not a PI or detective. As such he’s a bit limited in the tools at his disposal, but he manages, along with the assistance of someone who’s leaving handy clues, to point his finger at another author.
There’s a nice twist near the end, just what you want in a mystery.
Some of it brought a smile to my face, other parts swept me away by the beauty of the prose. One of my favourite smiles was: ‘If he could have bottled the sensation he might have solved the carbon crisis at a stroke: no more dirty fuels dug from deep in the earth. Engines would purr along on the fumes of love and lust.’