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323 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published November 13, 2014
'There’s weird shit,’ I said. ‘And we deal with the weird shit, but normally it turns out that there’s a perfectly rational explanation.’ Which is often that a wizard did it.By now Ben Aaronovitch's Peter Grant series has clearly found its footing and has definitely established itself in the world of urban fantasy in all its refreshing quirkiness and nerdiness, and even got to a point when it needs to take a break from itself and take a quick interlude, a countryside detour, and learn that sometimes landscapes can replace architecture quite well.

“Rule of policing number one – when something good falls into your lap, pass it up the chain of command as quickly as possible before something else bad can happen.”I was worried a bit about what'd happen if you take Peter Grant out of London. After all, the whole series so far has been rooted in London, it's places and quirks and history. But no worries there; the strong sensation of places and connections to them has remained strong, only shifting to the countryside where there may be more trees than buildings but just as much history and supernatural attached to them. Even if local geniuses loci do tend to raise sheep.
“This is where the whole ape-descended thing reveals its worth, I thought madly. Sucks to be you, quadruped. Opposable thumbs - don't leave home without them.”

¹ For the first time I wasn't annoyed when Beverley Brook was brought into the action. Ever since after the first volume, the river gods felt to me simply tacked onto the storyline for no obvious purpose, but the reintroduction of Beverley here was excellent, making me actually like her and want to see her as a more prominent cast member.The refreshing bit about this volume is that the narrative is pretty tight, not going into three different directions as its predecessors did but instead focusing on one storyline, one case presented confidently and strongly. Yes, there are slight wispy threads of storylines from the previous installment (Lesley, oh Lesley, what are you about?) as well as the clear set ups for the development and progression of the overall story arc (the river "insemination", Molly's origins revealed, the further information about the wizardly last stand in the World War II, etc), but overall the storyline of this one is rather standalone, focused, and self-contained, giving for a chance a hint of a feeling of completeness. Which may be good or bad, depending how you look at it. If you were hoping for a resolution of the plot threads left hanging after Broken Homes - too bad; this volume is an interlude, a break, a vacation to recharge and to regroup. If, however, you're not too adverse to a break in the middle of action and some space to revisit simpler times of dealing with just one case and one mystery - well, that's your lucky day.
“My dad would have told me to take the breaks as you get them and not worry about where they come from. But my mum never saw a gift horse that she wouldn’t take down to the vet to have its mouth X-rayed – if only so she could establish its resale value.”Yet as my starry-eyed excitement about Peter Grant books dampens a bit I start noticing bits and pieces that are a bit disappointing. A few writing / narrative continuity errors which I'm happy to let slide given that overall quality of writing is decent. A few plotlines that give no closure - but I sincerely hope will be addressed a bit more as Peter Grant's saga continues (and I believe I read somewhere that Ben Aaronovitch plans to keep writing these as long as there are people willing to read them, which I gather means quite a few future installments). But these bits I'm easily willing to overlook given the overall enjoyment level these books continue to provide.

Are you certain you’re completely human? Would you like to find out for sure? Then come on down to Dr. Walid’s crypto-pathology lab where we put the “frank” back into Frankenstein!
I sighed–policing would be so much easier if people didn’t have concerned relatives. The murder rate would be much lower, for one thing.
[…]
People shouldn’t be non-specific about where they made their money, not in front of the police.
[…]
This is where the whole ape-descended thing reveals its worth, I thought madly. Sucks to be you, quadruped. Opposable thumbs–don’t leave home without them.
[…]
Alas all good things must end–even if only to avoid back strains.




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