Thank you for the new thread, southeast.
50.) Foundryside, by Robert Jackson Bennett — I’m pleased that this happened to be my fiftieth book, because oh my god I loved it. It’s the first, and so far the only, book in The Founders Trilogy, a fantasy series set in the city of Tevanne, which is ruled by four merchant houses that effectively act as separate civilised city states, while the rest of the city is given over to lawless slums. Sancia is a thief and former slave who is able with some effort and pain to sense the layout of buildings, traps and locks, a useful thing for a thief. And there’s a complicated magic system too, involving scrivings, a system of sigils, which, when inscribed on objects, compels them to act in certain ways.
I game a bit, and my favourite games are generally the ones that involve a certain amount of stealth and thiefyness. I’d be fascinated to know where RJB got his inspiration from because I recognised some elements from a couple of my favourite games, namely Elder Scrolls: Oblivion, Dishonored, and the granddaddy of them all, and the games that singlehandedly invented stealth gameplay, the wonderful Thief trilogy. It all works very well, is fast-paced and entertaining, and even if the writing wasn’t absolutely stunningly brilliant, oh damn, it was so much fun.
51.) Agatha Raisin and the Walkers of Dembley, by MC Beaton — Agatha and her sexy neighbour James (who’s a bit of a dick, if I’m honest — when’s she going to get together with Bill, that’s what I want to know) go undercover as a married couple to investigate the murder of a militant rambler, obsessed with rights of way. They’re sort of addictive, these books, even if they are utter nonsense.
52.) Murder in the Caribbean, by Robert Thorogood — the fourth in the Death in Paradise spin off novels, featuring DI Richard Poole. The team investigate a boat explosion, which they soon link to a jewellery heist, and realise there may be more murders to come.
Unfortunately I think this was the weakest so far. The other books are all locked room mysteries, which I think was a selling point, both of the books so far and the TV series from series 2 onwards. This wasn’t a locked room mystery, and unfortunately I found the identity of the killer/killers so screamingly obvious that at first I thought it had to be a double bluff. Sadly not. The subplot wasn’t as substantial as in previous books either, so a bit of a disappointment all round. Still, it’s always nice to see Richard up and about again.