So this is my first entry for the What’s in a Name? challenge hosted by Beth Fish Reads. This is for the second category which is something you’d see in the sky and it’s also the sequel to Rivers of London. That review was a difficult one to write and this one is too – so hey, if you’ve any sympathy with the blood-from-a-stone type of trauma I’m going through here, run over and check out my new feature, Books My Boyfriend and I Have Argued About.
Body and soul—they’re also what Peter will risk as he investigates a pattern of similar deaths in and around Soho. With the help of his superior officer, Detective Chief Inspector Thomas Nightingale, the last registered wizard in England, and the assistance of beautiful jazz aficionado Simone Fitzwilliam, Peter will uncover a deadly magical menace—one that leads right to his own doorstep.
Emotion-wise, I wanted to give Peter Grant a good slap. There are two women he’s supposed to have feelings for, and apparently cares for them both. But not in an oh-aren’t-I-a-cad-hoho way and not with any feelings of guilt… he honestly just seems to somehow forget. It’s like the other one doesn’t exist at a particular time and it’s actually very, very irritating. There’s no confusion and the story follows Peter and still doesn’t even mention it. Gnargh. It bothered me in the first book (different women) but I didn’t mention it in my review in case I was being over-picky.