Another truly painful read. Its only saving grace was how truly, absolutely camp the plot was. The overall plot is so completely absurd that it veers into comedic even though the subject matter is probably the most serious of the three books. Attempting to write about organised crime and gangs while keeping in with the cosy mystery genre was a bold move from Walters, and one that should not be repeated by any other author ever in the future (unless they want their story to read as ridiculous, AI generated crap).
My usual complaint about the Dedley End mysteries is that the characters have no depth, and that their dialogue is written so terribly I physically cringe when reading it, and that is a complaint I will carry over to this book. I also feel like these books were never, ever proof read before being published - for example, in MATVC, Nancy refers to the Clubhouse 13 building as being an ‘eighteen century townhouse’. Like, seriously? EIGHTEEN century? Not eighteenth?
Moreover, never have I felt more violently ill than when reading about any of Nancy and Jonathan’s romantic moments. Even though their romance was inevitable throughout the series, I feel like a bit of my soul died when they finally confessed their love for one another. Specifically, when Nancy said ‘Jonathan, shut up and kiss me please.’ when the poor guy is legit in hospital after being nearly blown to bits by a bomb.
Sadly, the best part of the whole book was when Hugh Windsor said ‘Well, well, well, we meet again, Nancy.’ That did actually make me laugh out loud so well done Victoria Walters on making me feel at least some joy throughout the entirety of this novel.
I will finish by saying I am glad to be free from the shackles of this series and I hope a fourth instalment is never released (but I’ll probably read it if it ever is).