taralovesbooks’ #CBR5 Review #45: The Dark Half by Stephen King


Cannonball Read V: Book #45/52
Published: 1989
Pages: 469

Genre: Crime/Horror

Thad is a writer who didn’t have much success until he wrote a series under a pseudonym, George Stark. After his success with the George Stark books, Thad decided to “kill” Stark and try his luck once again under his own name. Then people connected to Thad start getting murdered by someone who looks and acts suspiciously like the fictional George Stark. Is Stark a real person or just a figment of Thad’s imagination?

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Popcultureboy’s #CBR5 Review #85: The Carrier by Sophie Hannah



The eighth entry into Hannah’s popular series featuring Charlie Zailer. A terrifically deep dark plot is offset with some very mundane domestic nonsense in Zailer’s personal life. Read it for the murder investigation but skip the unimportant stuff, yeah? Full review on my blog here

Popcultureboy’s #CBR5 Review #79: Nineteen Seventy Four by David Peace



A grim and gripping read, the first instalment of a quartet, this is a really great book. Harsh, unrelenting, unforgiving but hugely rewarding, if you like your crime novels gritty and downbeat, this is the book for you. The great news is, there’s three more where this came from. Full review on my blog here

Popcultureboy’s #CBR5 Review #78: Moon Over Soho by Ben Aaronovitch



Trainee wizard policeman Peter Grant is back in the second book of the series. I really enjoyed the first one and I liked this second one even more. All the same delights are back, but so are the same faults. It falls just shy of a five star rave, but four stars is hardly damning, is it? Full review is on my blog here.

loulamac’s #CBRV review #55: Bad Monkey by Carl Hiaasen


In his more recent outings, Carl Hiaasen seemed to have become a victim of his own success. His formula of Floridian zany crime capers centred around flawed heroes, hot chicks and ecological irresponsibility was wearing thin, and his books had become caricatures of themselves. Bad Monkey, however, is something of a return to form. Not back to the heady heights of Double Whammy or Sick Puppy, but Hiaasen’s enjoying himself again, and as a result so did I.

Andrew Yancy is a disgraced Miami cop, plying his trade in a small sheriff’s department on the Florida Keys. After some complicated turns of events, mostly down to his boss’ laziness, Yancy ends up with a severed arm in his freezer. At the same time, his career is downgraded even further, as criminal charges brought by his ex-girlfriend’s husband (who he publicly sodomised with a vacuum cleaner attachment) see him bumped down to roach patrol as a restaurant inspector. What’s more, a greedy real estate huckster is building a monstrous holiday home next to his house, breaking all the building regulations and obscuring his view of the sunset. Things start to look up when he meets a sexy Miami-based pathologist who aids his investigations into the owner of the severed arm; investigations which Yancy hope will see him reinstated at the sheriff’s department. On the trail of the arm’s widow, he finds himself in the Bahamas, during a hurricane, and all hell breaks loose. See? I told you Hiaasen was enjoying himself.

As you’d expect, Bad Monkey is teeming with oddball characters. Yancy is his most sympathetic main character in years, but even he is a total dick at times. The criminal mastermind behind the severed arm is utterly odious, and the grieving widow a self-absorbed princess in too-tight white jeans. My favourite was Neville, a sixty-something Bahamian and owner of the eponymous Bad Monkey (and boy is it bad), who becomes tangled up with both a mad voodoo priestess and our hero while trying to oust bent property developers from his families beach-front land. I found myself rooting for him and his grotty simian companion, and because this is Carl Hiaasen, everything turns out alright in the end. The bad guys get what’s coming to them, and all is as it should be. Phew.