Am I doing this? Hm… Well, I thought it might be slightly amusing to log books I’m reading… but I don’t want to review books, because if you’re reviewing books, you start reading them in a different way, and I don’t want to do that.
So, like, perhaps just a couple sentences about each book? Or something? Let’s see whether this works out or not. If not, I’ll just ditch the blog series.
I’ve read this before, about two decades ago, but I was totally hung over today, so I wanted something nice and easy to relax with. And I didn’t remember anything at all about the book, so that worked out fine. I mean, it’s a murder mystery, so…
Barnard is pretty misanthropic, and this time around he spends 200 pages making fun of Australians. And as usual, the murder doesn’t happen until one third in, and there’s a shocking twist at the end. Originally enough, the shocking twist doesn’t happen until the very final sentence, which is a nice touch.
The book is just what the doctor ordered.
Death of an Old Goat (1977) by Robert Barnard (Buy used, 3.53 on Goodreads)