Sendy Arditira Arditira itibaren Pangenrejo, Purworejo Sub-District, Purworejo Regency, Central Java, इन्डोनेसिया
This is a novel full of atmosphere. It is an intricate and engrossing mystery - there are undertones and nuances to everything, and the author hints at untold motives. Secrets abound and mysterious past events come back to haunt the protagonists. Robertson tells three stories in parallel - the first of the murder of Caveley Park, the second of the murder of Alexander Adams and the third the story of Hugh Thornleigh as a young soldier in the war. As the three stories start to fit into each other, quite impressively really, the identity of the murderer becomes clearer. The way the novel is built up and told, and from all the clues the reader gets, the end, when it comes, is not a surprise. Yet, the novel holds it's own, due to the excellent writing and the just-right pace. Mysteries are one of my favorite genres, and to have an excellent period piece and a mystery all rolled into one was a great bonus. This is a great read; I will be sure to look out for Robertson's next novel. Full review here.
This book was a stinker. And boy does the new cover art blow. Look at that shit pile. Anyway, it's about this boy who would be king (imagine that) and he has a suragate Dad, who, get this, he later has to defeat. Now, I know, star wars came out later. But star wars comes from the reaping of a long tradition of this borring obvious get little kids to read and kill there parents tradition. You know it, you've read or heard about smith what's his name and the faces of a hero or whatever. Anyway. Back to the book. The battle scenes are absolutely convoluted and unconviencing, the dialog is super trite, and abysmially small minded, especially when it comes from people who have unlocked 100% of thier brain's power. Golly, I forgot about how lame that one off was. They don't go into any of the science, and the drama leads to sentinces like, "He killed Bustamenate with one bolt from his finger." Beran is trying to kill Bustamante for 99 pages of this 150 page pile, and he goes down in a sentence. That's it. Game over. No body armor. No guards. The idea that we are shaped by language is interesting enough, so, I recomend you read the title of this book and nothing else. Three turtled dicks for languages of pao by jack vance.