I have just finished reading a Peter James thriller – Dead Simple. It is one of those awful books with lots of twists that you can’t put down. The trouble now is that I am looking over my shoulder all the time. Unfortunately, I have always had problems separating fiction and real life. And of course the media would have us all believe that the baddies are more prevalent than the good.
Naturally, I want to read some more of James. Detective novels are designed to be like that – leaving the reader always wanting to know more.