The Cuckoo's Calling
(2013) by Robert Galbraith
(So,
just making sure that everyone knows that Robert Galbraith is
actually J. K. Rowling. Ok, that's done, moving on.)
I'm
admitting here and now that I've only read the first Harry
Potter book (many many years
ago), but I remember admiring Rowling's clear, descriptive writing.
Therefore, I was pretty excited about diving in to The
Cuckoo's Calling, especially
since Rowling has written a second crime novel featuring Detective
Cormoran Strike (out this June).
And
yet (sigh). I wasn't too impressed with this book, the last of my
"Month of Crime Fiction" novels. I mean, the story was
mildly interesting, and the twist at the end was pretty good (though not
outrageously awesome), but it just left me feeling...meh.
It was like a beautiful, tasty-looking layered cake that was actually
just a cardboard shell.