This is a weekly meme hosted by Book Journey. In order to get some consistency to my posting I thought I’d jump on board this great idea. As a self-proclaimed bookaholic, I love talking about my books and finding out what others are reading. Having been a long time reader of multiple blogs where the ‘It’s Monday! What Are You Reading?’ post is prevalent, I thought it a natural progression I’d add to the mix.
Last week I posted the following reviews:
THE GODFATHER'S REVENGE by Mario Winegardner (mafia)
AS BAD AS THEY COME by Orrie Hitt (sleaze pulp)
THE LITTLE DEATH by Mickey Spillane and Max Allan Collins (PI)
ENCORE FOR MURDER by Mickey Spillane and Max Allan Collins (PI)
ACCEPTANCE by Jeff VanderMeer (Sci-fi)
This week I'm reading the new book from Ray Banks, published earlier this month by Blasted Heath (the best crime e-book publisher going 'round) while also listening to the second Sean Duffy novel by Adrian McKinty narrated by Gerard Doyle, I HEAR SIRENS IN THE STREET.
ANGELS OF THE NORTH by Ray Banks
Thatcher's Britain. A boom time for entrepreneurs, patriots ... and vigilantes.
Gateshead's notorious Derwent Hall estate. Crippled by unemployment, awash with drugs, and a no-go area for police and politicians alike.
Three men – a taxi driver with political aspirations, a soldier with black dreams, and the jobless victim of a brutal attack – come together to rid their estate of crime. But when conscience collides with ambition, it's not long before the streets turn bloody and their community burns.
I HEAR SIRENS IN THE STREET by Adrian McKinty (audio)
A torso in a suitcase looks like an impossible case. But Sean Duffy isn't easily deterred, especially when his floundering love life leaves him in need of distraction. So, with Detective Constables McCrabban and McBride, he goes to work identifying the victim. The torso turns out to be all that's left of an American tourist who once served in the US military. What was he doing in Northern Ireland in the midst of the 1982 Troubles?
The trail leads to the doorstep of a beautiful, flame-haired, twenty-something widow, whose husband died at the hands of an IRA assassination team just a few months before. Suddenly, Duffy is caught between his romantic instincts, gross professional misconduct, and powerful men he should know better than to mess with. These include British intelligence, the FBI, and local paramilitary death squads, enough to keep even the savviest detective busy.
Duffy's growing sense of self-doubt isn't helping. But, being a legendarily stubborn man, he doesn't let that stop him pursuing the case to its explosive conclusion.