Work has stopped. E-mails are going unanswered and I am ignoring the phone, the growing pile of washing up and the fact that I should be doing a dozen other things. Why? I started Ian Rankin's 'The Complaints' yesterday and I can't put it down! I'm devouring whole chunks of the book and resenting anything that pulls me away from the story! What is it about Ian Rankin's writing that sucks you in so completely that you just have to keep reading page after page?? I'm like a kid with an Enid Blyton! And yet at the same time, I don't want to finish it because then I'll have to wait for him to write another one before I can have this much fun again!I envy him his seemingly effortless style (which I'm sure takes a lot of effort!) and his confident handling of material - he is a genius! (Haven't found any tressle tables in this one, but there's still half a book to go.)
Just spoils all other crime novels though...nothing else comes close!
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