I started off my weekend of Scottish Crime reading with James Oswalds new book “Dead Mens Bones”. I first read him here last year. This is now the fourth book in the series and I think my favourite. It’s about a police detective in Edinburgh. Similar to Ian Rankin and Quentin Jardine a detective who doesn’t quite do things by the book. I wasn’t keen on his third book and only ordered this one out of concern for one of the main characters.
A sad or maybe a good thing about reading is if you read a series of books you do genuinely feel these characters are real. Ironically Emma hardly features in this book. But the story had me from the start. A prominent MSP with all to live for kills his two daughters and his wife before killing himself. Why? It had me hooked from page one till the end.
As I was reading the book each time I opened it the Kindle threw up that there was a new Quentin Jardine book out. I couldn’t resist. I have read all of his Skinner books and usually do so in a matter of hours. This one was no exception. The reviews for it weren’t flattering. So I started with some doubts in my mind. As I wouldn’t say Jardine is the best writer I favour. But I do love his books despite some outlandish plots in some of them. This one had me laughing from the start. Skinner in chapter one is on holiday in Spain reading Ian Rankin. Rebus he describes as a good cop one he’d have had on his team any day. There are two plots here. One a missing cop and his wife. And two a murdered for want of a better word gangster Grannie.
I was woken at 6am by the dog. The wind was howling round the cottage and he wasn’t happy being alone in his cage in the kitchen. I couldn’t get back to sleep. So having read 20% last night I finished it. Another great Skinner book.
I love crime books. Don’t know why. I always have. I am the same with drama if it’s a police drama I’m watching. It really amuses my daughter. Though she watches them too. I particularly love crime drama set in Scotland. There aren’t many episodes of Taggart I haven’t watched. I am therefore the same with Scottish Crime. James Oswald is a new find. Quentin Jardine another pair of old slippers I just sit back and happily whisper “Skinner welcome back old friend”. So maybe the dog did me a favour he knew I was dreaming of what happens next. So he got me up early to look out on a Hebridean Sabbath and finish my Scottish Crime Marathon. As he slept and snored at my feet.