I have to put my hand up to admit that I stalled on this book on my first attempt to read it. Nothing to do with the book or the author, it’s just that real life got in the way and I had to put all my reading to one side for several months.
I finally got back to it recently, and rather than picking it up from where I left off, half-way through, I decided to read it afresh from the start.
I’ve found that one of the major problems with many series is that authors give us the main character in book one, and then continue to write book after book, giving us nothing new, or no insights into what makes the protagonist who they are, or what drives them to do what they do. Not in The Body on the Hill, Brad Shreve’s successful sequel to Body in a Bathhouse.
I really noticed not only Mr Shreve’s development as a writer, but more of Mitch O’Reilly. I don’t want two dimensional characters in books I read. Some people might, but I’m after depth, motivation, and most of all, the flaws who makes the MC who they are. We get them aplenty in this story.
I took off my investigative hat while reading the book and trying to dive into the story without working out who did what. Unusual for me, but it was a refreshing exercise. I really love this new complex man Brad Shreve has given us. The ending, although I had an inkling, was satisfying, and what I really liked was that the relationship between Mitch and Trent was real, as was Mitch’s sudden bouts of PTSD, well-written and accurately depicted.
My only surprise was that it wasn’t until about page 360-ish, that I realised WeHo was not some vast shopping mall, but an abbreviation for West Hollywood.
Well done, Mr Shreve, I look forward to book #3 in the series.