I've only just started reviewing books on here, so although this is the sixth MacBride I've read, this is the first one I've reviewed. Really enjoyed it, as well as all the others. I'm a big fan of series books over standalones, especially in this genre, much for the same reason that I'm a fan ...
I've read a few of the Logan McRae novels now, and I have enjoyed each one immensely. I like the fact that it doesn't matter if I read them in the order they were published or not, I can pick one up and fall straight into Logan's hectic life. I started reading this book one night when I couldn't ...
A step backwards for MacBride, I think. I've always loved how his humour and humanity make even the most brutal subjects bearable. A lot of mystery writers dole out gruesome details with such a heavy hand. It's been eye-opening to see how MacBride has managed to deal with macabre topics like c...
The 8th of Stuart MacBride's Logan McRae novels and a first read for me. I've read and enjoyed the previous books in the series, some more than others, but always excitedly await each new addition to the series. I kept this one for a long time awaiting a "rainy day" when I needed a treat.I found ...
I still read these, though I sometimes wonder why. MacBride's writing has improved over the series, but it's still too cartoony for my liking - endless wisecracks - some characters do absolutely nothing else, and just a general feeling that while he's possibly aiming for gritty, it comes across ...
Really good crime novel set in Aberdeen with acting DI MCRae, got a few looks for laughing out loud at some of the dialogue. Do like the characters even the minor ones.There's a few gruesome murders based, starting with one of the worst ways to be killed.There's also very sad moments in this stem...
4.5/5 StarsIt's summertime in the Granite city: the sun is shining, the sky is blue and people are dying...Apart from the awesome title, Dying Light is another testament to MacBride's enviable ability to make you feel dirty and guilty upon completion of one of his works, and wholly helpless, beca...
I'm currently rereading the whole series. As with lots of books, they're even better a second time. I'd forgotten what a delightfully slow build this first one is. I'm nearly 30% in and we still haven't actually met DI Steel yet. She's lurking and been mentioned a couple of times, and when you kn...
Licks her lips. She’s practised the words a dozen times till they’re perfect. ‘Do you have anything to say before I carry out sentence?’ The man kneeling on the floor of the warehouse stares up at her. He’s trembling, moaning behind the mask hiding his face. ‘Oh God, oh Jesus, oh God, oh Jesus......
Just in case. Considering how much police work relied on forensic science the place was tiny. It wasn't much bigger than Logan's living room, and every available surface was piled high with plastic crates full of guns. A single white lab-coated figure was dusting an AK-47 for prints over by the v...
Logan turned his back on the noise. ‘Sorry, I didn’t get that, Derek. Can you repeat?’ A sigh. ‘I said, there’s no sign of her. Border Agency have got no record of her passport being scanned on the way out of the country. Theoretically, she could have travelled to another EU country using her dri...
. .’ A burning knife sliced its way down his spine, then dug its glowing tip into his hip. Twisting. ‘God. . .’Silence.Then the alarm on his phone warbled again.Logan jabbed a finger at the screen till it shut up. Sagged in the visitor’s chair, legs still up on the bed.Cramp chewed at his calves....
‘This is all your own fault. You should’ve turned yourself in when I gave you the sodding chance. You’d still have your fingers, and Samantha wouldn’t…’ He gritted his teeth. Then opened the car door and climbed out into the warm afternoon. ‘Stay here.’ Shuggie sat in the passenger seat, cradling...
Henry plonked himself down on one of the stools by the breakfast bar, the litre of Bells clutched in both hands. ‘You know, I rather like Alice: she’s a trooper.’ ‘Still throwing up?’ I scraped langoustine tails and chunks of smoked haddock into the frying pan, gave it all a shake. My phone vibra...
Approximately fifteen stone.' Dr Isobel McAllister picked her way around the post mortem table, voice raised over the howl of the extractor fan. 'You know what,' said DI Steel, tugging at the crotch of her white SOC coveralls,'I'm sick of wearing these bloody things. Who t...
It was a private room, the blinds drawn against the weak winter sunshine, while Sandy Moir-Farquharson seethed. The lawyer's face was a mess - split lip, swollen cheek, black eye, his nose bridged with plastic and tape, a wad of sterile bandage strapped to his forehead. A morphine drip snaked int...
Friday afternoon and we’re parked deep in the woods off Highway One Fifty, miles from anywhere. The sort of place you expect to hear fucking banjo music and people telling tourists to squeal like a piggy. The road up here was bumpy, rutted. I bet if it wasn’t for the odd logging truck it wouldn’t...