Harrow the Ninth

I sometimes feel like I'm being a bit negative when I talk about books because I spend more time talking about the books I didn't like than the books I did. Part of it is that it's often easier/more fun (delete as appropriate) to talk about what you didn't like, and part of it is that bad books are often bad in interesting ways while I find it harder to articulate why I like the things that I like.

For instance last month I read The Searcher, and it's good. If you like literary thrillers you've probably already read Tana French, and if you like her books then this is another one. It was good, but I don't have a whole lot of value to say about it.

And not all bad books are interesting. Her Lady to Love was bad, but it was bad in the way that most f/f regency romances I've read (a genre I now read more in hope than expectation) have been bad.

Which brings us to Harrow the Ninth a book which is very, very good, but which also infuriated me so much that I wish to load it into a rocket and shoot it into the actual sun.

( Harrow the Ninth )