Okay. Realistically this is a 4 star book. But it’s my review, and I’ll do what I want.
I. Loved. This. Book. Like weird-girly-squeal loved it.
Plot summary thingy – Acton is a genius detective with a teeny mental issue. Doyle is a lowly cop. They work together. And a relationship develops. (There. That sounded reasonable, didn’t it?)
It’s a murder mystery. And a romance. (Hehehe. Sure. I’ll call it a romance.)
For me a good book is about the holy trinity – writing, characters or plot. Give me any one of those, and I’m a happy reader. This book gave me all 3. I’m not sure if I love Doyle or Acton more. I can make arguments for both. And the writing perfectly showcased their….nuances. Plus the murder mystery was fun.
The little Acton paragraphs at the beginning of each chapter were my favorite thing about the book. Each insight into his total weirdness was a treat. Ole boy is fucked-up as a soup sandwich, but I can’t get enough of him. Stoked for the next one!