My third read of the year was picked from a huge pile of old books I have recently inherited. The book is so old it was practically falling to pieces and I had to do a DIY repair job half way through. It also is so old that it was making me ill. I coughed and spluttered my way through it because it is full of dust and probably some kind of mold.
As for the book itself it is apparently the first ever modern detective novel ever written. First published in 1868 it is surprisingly easy to read, I have read newer books that have given me a headache, I enjoyed it and kept my interest to the very last page. It had just enough twists and turns and red herrings to keep me guessing and even though I had a feeling I wasn't going to be any wiser. by the time I read the last page, it all made sense and it was nicely tied up.
I wouldn't say it was the most exciting thing I've ever read but it certainly wasn't dull and boring.
I'll give it a 7.5 out of 10. Well worth the coughing and spluttering.
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