Very unlike Peter James's usual style: if you're expecting something akin to the DS Grace series, then you'll be disappointed - but, if you're willing to be taken away from your usual genre & have even a passing interest in genetic engineering & the moral dilemmas surrounding it, then this is a c...
I have liked all of the previous Grace novels but they are starting to grate on me a bit now. This one had a weaker plot than most, and I felt that it wasn't as action packed or as tense as some of James' other novels. Not until the end anyway.My previous reviews have stated that I enjoy the le...
In my opinion this is his best so far.There is something of an international flavour to this story, somewhat of a change to his style so far.The story includes parts that occurred many years earlier and is all the better for it. For those that dislike flashbacks; I'm one of them; never fear, we a...
The seventh in the Roy Grace series, Dead Man's Grip is a cracking little wedge of a book and a great page turner. I had been meaning to get around to starting this series, after I had the pleasure of getting to know Peter after doing a number of events at a central London bookshop I worked in an...
Another book i picked up recently in my quest to read new notable authors. Peter James was well liked and so i chose this book for my reading, especially because it's a long mystery novel.DS Grace is working on old cases and that reminds him of his shoe-man case. Based in 1998, Grace was never ab...
Another installment of the Roy Grace series. I didn't like this one as much as the others, but I still found it interesting. My enjoyment of the book was lessened because, to be honest, I found the back and forth in time periods distracting and confusing at times. I wasn't particularly fond of...
Another doorstop of a read from Peter James. But, unlike some authors who don't know when to stop writing, the book wasn't a chore to read. I have to say that I think Peter is one of the best authors writing in the UK right now, I can't think of many who write a police procedural better than he d...
5 books into this series and I have to say that I am enjoying it. I am however, still seeking the elusive 5 star novel that always feels so tantalizingly close. Of them all so far, this one feels as though it got the closest. This story about human trafficking and organ harvesting was both fascin...
The fiftth in the Roy Grace series, this is a cracking little wedge of a book and a great page turner. I had been meaning to get around to starting this series, after I had the pleasure of getting to know Peter after doing a number of events at a central London bookshop I worked in and I really w...
Spoilers AheadHad this novel been less than 150 pages I could have given it three stars but at 336 pages it’s simply horrible. There is so little “story” to this story that it could have been squeezed into a short story or a novella at best. This is quite possibly the worst-paced “thriller” I’ve ...
Michael Harrison is on his stag night and 4 of his mates are playing a prank on him. This prank goes wrong and Detective Superintendent Roy Grace leads the hunt to find Michael who is now missing.But there is more to this tale than a missing person and a stag night prank. Dead Simple is a thrille...
As chilling as Stephen King as credible as Michael Crichton - a gripping novel of terror and suspense
Charley has a strange feeling when she sees the idyllic mill house with its cluster of outbuildings. A powerful sense of recognition, as if she has been there before. Except she knows she hasn't. After Charley and her husband move into Elmwood Mill, sinister memories of a previous existense start...
A plot by terrorists to blow up the nuclear plants in Britain involves the disapperance of the head of that country's atomic energy program. Max Flynn must find him but he has to compete with something or someone called Operation Angel. And then there is the KGB.
Two Brighton residents dead from snake bites within one week of each other. And the same kind of snake. His naturally suspicious mind was telling him this might not be a coincidence, however much it seemed to be. He started jotting down thoughts. Then he picked up the phon...
Who’s a naughty girl, then?’ Sam stared at the candy-striped stand; Punch swivelled around in his pointed hat, with his great hooked nose, rapped his baton down hard on his tiny stage and screeched: ‘Naughty, naughty, naughty, naughty. Who’s been a naughty girl, then?’ One of the children shouted...
She had very definitely heard a click.Halting midway in her process of rolling the slender, fragile, grey cadaver over, she gently lowered her back down on to the stainless-steel table. ‘Hello?’ she called out, her voice muffled by her mask.Then she stood still, listening, staring uneasily throug...
Speed was vital. Cut the police some slack and they could catch up with you very fast. He needed to keep two jumps ahead of them. Equally, it was when you were tired that you risked making a mistake. He was running on adrenalin and catnaps, the way he used to in the military, when he was behind e...
Just a little!’ He smiled. ‘Is OK!’‘Yeah?’He nodded.She tottered along inside the railings to the first car. It looked like a wood-panelled Victorian bathtub on rubber wheels. She clambered in unsteadily, her heart in her throat suddenly, and sat down, putting her bag on the seat beside her.‘Sorr...
Instantly, he felt the savage wind, hurling rain as hard as grit against his face. Later today he’d be in Spain, in the sunshine, out of all this shit weather. He lowered his goggles over his eyes and the night turned bottle green. He climbed out, slowly and carefull...
“My name’s not Mole,” he said, in his squeaky voice that had not yet broken. He stood, naked, in the bathroom of his new boarding school, The Cloisters, in Surrey. It was the start of the second week of term. “You are gross, Mole!” Gossage said. A boy pinched the layers of flab on his stomach so ...
It was nothing she could put her finger on, more the feeling that what she had done was rash and she needed to be careful. There was something about the chance of having seen the advertisement that nagged her. She wondered where else he had advertised, and whether he had d...
Some years back, seated next to HRH Princess Anne at a charity dinner – she’s a sparky lady and great fun to talk to – she told me a very convincing story about a friend of hers who had a poltergeist in her home. And the late great comedian, Michael Bentine, made my hairs stand on end with storie...
It was jerking sharply, blindly, left then right, levering the doors apart, just a couple of inches each time before they sprang shut again, clamping tight on the tip. There was another huge crash on the roof and this time it really did feel as if someone had jumped on to it. The lift swayed, thu...
An idiot rabbit sat upright dead ahead, staring, mesmerized by his headlights. He felt it bump under his front wheel. Then a more violent bump as they jolted through a rut.He’d holed up in the Brighton station car park until dusk, wanting his approach to his factory to be in the dark, to give the...
A special treat – he loved it when his mother tipped the bubble bath stuff in, and it was like snow, only even frothier, even lighter; he could scoop great armfuls of it up. ‘Yes, Mummy.’ Standing over him, her white satin dressing gown open at the front. He could see her ...
Charley dropped them in the bin and changed the water in the cut glass vase. ‘I’m sorry I didn’t come last week, mum, but there was a lot to do in the house. It’s in pretty bad condition — worse than we realised. The builders say we should really have a new roof.’ She held the flowers before the ...
9.03 a.m. Time was passing slowly. Ordinarily, with just six months or so left of it, he might have been grateful. But not up here, lying on this hard wooden floor inside the dome that supported the chandelier, surrounded by mouse droppings, and goddamn seagulls screeching outside. The battery on...
The problem went back to the early days of their separation, when he had left her for his then mistress – and now wife – Jane. Out of guilt, and concerned for her mental stability, he had made a point of seeing Lynn every few months for lunch. And she would always begin with the same question, Ar...