Who’s Telling the Truth?

The Confession Book Cover The Confession
Jo Spain
mystery, thrillers,
Quercus
January 11, 2018
400

YOU FIND OUT WHO DID IT ON THE VERY FIRST PAGE. ON THE LAST PAGE, YOU'LL FIND OUT WHY. '

Late one night a man walks into the luxurious home of disgraced banker Harry McNamara and his wife Julie. The man launches an unspeakably brutal attack on Harry as a horror-struck Julie watches, frozen by fear.

Just an hour later the attacker, JP Carney, has handed himself in to the police. He confesses to beating Harry to death, but JP claims that the assault was not premeditated and that he didn't know the identity of his victim. With a man as notorious as Harry McNamara, the detectives cannot help wondering, was this really a random act of violence or is it linked to one of Harry's many sins: corruption, greed, betrayal?

This gripping psychological thriller will have you questioning, who - of Harry, Julie and JP - is really the guilty one? And is Carney's surrender driven by a guilty conscience or is his confession a calculated move in a deadly game?

I liked this book and found  it addictive reading. I resented leaving it to live the rest of my life. i just needed to know the why and the real who.

Who needs to confess – and about what?

Slowly, and inexorably we find out the truth and the reasons for the first, really big, confession.

Carefully crafted, this book takes you through the lives of the 2 story-tellers – that explain the final act.

 

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Clever Cats?

Wonder Cat Mysteries Book Cover Wonder Cat Mysteries
3 book series
Harper Lin
animals, witches, cosy, magic
Harper Lin Books
(13 Jan. 2016)

A Paranormal Mystery Series about Magic Cats and Modern-day Witches

Box set includes THREE complete novels in The Wonder Cats Mysteries. A $15 value!

A Hiss-tory of Magic (Book 1)

Cath Greenstone, her cousin Bea, and her hippie aunt Astrid live in Wonder Falls, a small town near the mystical Niagara Falls. They run the Brew-Ha-Ha café, and naturally, they’re witches hiding in plain sight along with their three magical cats, Treacle, Peanut Butter, and Marshmallow.

When Brew-Ha-Ha's baker is burnt to a crisp, along with their beloved café, Aunt Astrid lets out a big family secret: a powerful spell book, a Greenstone heirloom from the Salem days, has been stolen from its secret hiding spot in the café. If it’s fallen into the wrong hands, black magic could destroy not only Wonder Falls but the world.

A secret society… A new detective with a shady past… A once-bullied local returning to town as a multimillionaire. 

Who in town could know Cath’s family secret? Cath, Bea, and Astrid must use their witch powers to uncover the deadly truth. Cath communicates with their cats, also magically inclined, and they help uncover more than one secret lurking in wonderful Wonder Falls.

Pawsitively Dead (Book 2)

When Cath visits her parents’ graves, she finds the dead body of the local hairstylist. What’s even stranger is that she also stumbles upon an older corpse, nearly a skeleton, of a woman who died in 1958. It has been exhumed from her grave, but who would do that?

While the police are stumped, Cath, Bea, and Aunt Astrid suspect sorcery… necromancy…

Cat-astrophic Spells (Book 3)

Treacle, Cath’s magical black cat, is missing. Meanwhile, in the mysterious town of Wonder Falls, a beloved chocolatier dies. The police deem the cause a heart attack, but Cath, Bea, and Aunt Astrid know something more sinister is at play. And whoever is out there has Treacle.

 

Starting with book #1, I found the story confusing in its attempt to explain magic – which I assumed was based on an incomplete understanding of multiverses/quantum physics. And the denouement and ‘big’ ending were a damp squid [pardon the pun as it was all about water].

I never finished book 1 completely and had no urge to read books #2 and #3.

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The Butterfly flaps

Butterfly On the Storm
Heartland Trilogy
Walter Lucius
psychological, mystery, thriller, political
Michael Joseph
(30 Mar. 2017)

Haunted by a past you can never escape . . .

A young boy is found in woods outside Amsterdam. Broken and bloody, he appears to be the victim of a brutal hit-and-run. When the police at the hospital ask what happened, the one word the boy repeats they don't understand.

But journalist Farah Hafez does. She left Afghanistan as a child and she recognizes her native tongue. As the boy is taken into surgery she finds herself visiting the scene of the crime, seeking to discover how a little Afghan boy came to be so far from home.

Instead, she comes across a burnt-out car with two bodies inside - a sinister clue to something far darker than a simple road accident.

It is just the start of a journey that will lead her from one twisted strand to another in an intricate web of crime and corruption that stretches across Europe and deep into a past that Farah had sought to escape - a past that nearly killed her.

A young injured child is found on the road.

In the middle of a forest.

At night.

With no cars nearby, and only a phone call to say she was there- the police are alerted.

Set in Amsterdam and its immediate surroundings, we find hat police are very much the same wherever they are located within Europe. The only difference being that the laws that govern how they operate vary.

So this story has as its central characters: a young journalist, originally from Afghanistan but after escaping the Russian invasion was brought up in Amsterdam; two policemen, 1 fat and ill-tempered, Moroccan, and eating all the ‘wrong’ food according to his Italian partner, who is smooth and careful of his health; and a young child.

The policemen have their own personal lives to sort out as they try to untangle the mystery of the child.

Now note that the author is  from Holland and that this is a translation as it was originally published in Holland in 2013.

So for me, the translation sometimes got in the way and the writing style was often irritating. I found that the way the characters suddenly started reminiscing without relating apparently to the current context put me off. Such as, why did the Moroccan think about the bus accident that killed his brother when they were discussing theories about the burnt bodies in the car? Was it the burning vehicle that triggered it? If so, it wasn’t clear. Am I, the reader, supposed to feel more sympathetic towards him as a character? If so, it failed, as he really irritated me.

At times these digressions spoilt he flow and pace for me, but thankfully they were not enough to stop me continuing to read. It was for me an uncomfortable style of writing that is not uncommon amongst Europeans especially, but not exclusively, Nordic writers.

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