Another deja vu review this week. A glimpse into the past of my C.E. Murphy habit.
This book ends in the very worst possible way ;). With a note that I have to wait another year for the next one. If you’ve been following my blog, you’ll know that I was stunned with the suck-in, don’t-let-go quality of C.E. Murphy’s first novel, Urban Shaman. This one is no less true to that feeling.
As I read, extremely quickly for me, I was both eager to find out what happened next and hating myself for not slowing down, lingering more, making the time between now and the end farther away. I was surprised at how much of the story the back blurb reveals. I don’t generally read the back so I didn’t read it until I’d already gotten past what it talked about, but for those who work in the other direction, don’t read the back first.
Did I know something wasn’t quite right for the characters? Well, besides the fact that without a crisis it wouldn’t have been much of a novel, yes, the seeds were there. I didn’t have all the pieces in front of me by the time of the great reveal, but I had enough, and was twitchy about others, so it was satisfying rather than coming out of nowhere.
Ultimately, both story and voice work for me. And yes, *grumble, grumble*, I will be waiting however many months are left until the end of the book message is true :).