Usually, when I'm reading a mystery by Robert Barnard, I find myself reading a lot of clever bits out loud to my husband. This book is not like that. And since it involves an author working on a novelization of her memories, there is a lot of jumping back and forth in time -- which I find annoying. On the plus side, it is not excessively gory, as some of Barnard's works are. So, a middling sort of book. (I rated it at two-and-a-half stars to try to indicate that, while I didn't actually dislike it, I didn't particularly like it, either.)

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