Modern, gritty crime is usually not a very ‘me’ genre at all. I prefer my murders to be usually genteel and always in the past; a la Christie and Conan Doyle. In fact, I could genuinely count on one hand the total number of books I own set after 1950.
With that in mind, When the Serpent Bites by Nesly Clerge is at first glance not a book I might normally have picked up in the bookshop if I was browsing for myself. Having been offered a copy to review for this blog though, I thought: why not? Perhaps I should try something different for a change!
Definitely a good decision! I whizzed through it in a few days: I was hooked.