Books have the power to change your mood. Some will make you think deep thoughts. Some will make you cry. But perhaps my very favourites are books that make you laugh out loud. And in The Day of the Jack Russell, by Colin Bateman, there were moments that made me snort with amusement in a most unladylike manner. Hoorah! Our hero, who has no name, owns a book shop that only deals in crime fiction. He has a litany of ailments and it seems to be a constant surprise to himself that he is actually still alive. He never seems to sell many books - probably due to his complete lack of customer service, which includes employing his exceptionally rude mother, who manages to scare what few customers he has away. However, what he lacks in retail (and general life) skills, he makes up for with his in-depth knowledge of crime and criminals, which, of course, he has gleaned from the hundreds of books in his shop. This lack of any real training does not hold him back and his side-line as a private investigator is more lucrative than his book selling exploits. Along comes a case in which an uppity airline mogul asks him to find the hooligans responsible for defacing one of his advertising hoardings. He thinks the job is done, but when those same hooligans wind up dead, he's asked to prove it wasn't the airline mogul who did it. And the only real clue is a missing Jack Russell! Full of twists and turns and black, black humour this is a great read. There is plenty of intrigue, a shoal of red herrings and great characters - especially Alison, the on/off girlfriend who brings out the best and worst in the shop owner ... with the childish and yet remarkably witty riposte of "so's your face!" being used to great effect during their arguments. I have just discovered that this is the second book to feature this character, so I will have to seek out Mystery Man to get the full background - but I don't feel I missed anything too dramatic by not reading that one first. I really enjoyed the narration of the audio edition, which featured Stephen Armstrong, who manfully worked his way through the oddballs of this caper which is set in Belfast. If you don't like fruity language, then this is one to avoid, but if you can gird yourself against this, then I urge you to give it a go. I really don't think you will be disappointed.
My STAR rating: FIVE.
Length: 448 print pages.
Price I paid: £3.99.
Formats available: print; unabridged audio download; ebook.
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