I couldn’t help myself. Over the last couple of weeks, I’ve devoured all four of Tana French’s novels. French writes novels about murders in Ireland. They’re not your everyday suspense genre. The plots are complex and deep, thought-provoking, gripping, and filled with beautiful language. Her characters are rich, complicated, flawed, hurt, and determined not to let their injuries define them.
Here’s a couple examples of sentences I loved:
“A whole coven of knife-happy stalkers could have been doing the Macarena around the cottage and I would never have known.”
“She pinned me up against the photocopier—” . . . “—and she breathed all over me,” Rafe said. “Moistly. It was like being molested by a walrus soaked in air freshener.”
Great stuff. If you’re looking for a good psychological suspense with characters you’ll love and wonderful writing, give Tana French a try. The characters cross over in the books, but the protagonist is different in each one. You can read them out of sequence.
Heads up: her books contain profanity.