Val McDermid is a fantastic writer. Oh, if I could write like that.
I watched a Wire In The Blood series on Netflix and thought, why not read it, see if it’s good. And it is good. And I’m not particularly a fan of psychological thrillers, my mystery reading tastes run more to the Golden Age. Matter of fact, I didn’t like the few thrillers I’ve read so far. Too weird. But McDermid’s writing is smooth, perfectly paced with no distracting interjections of artistic flair. I hate it when writers write for you to notice them and not to tell a story. Her writing just pulls you through the story at a breakneck pace and you don’t even notice it. I was two-thirds of the way through the first book before I looked up from it. And realized it was after midnight, and I would be sorry if I didn’t put it down and get some sleep. I didn’t of course. And I was sorry in the morning.
Not So Fast 