Magpie Murders by Anthony Horowitz fills the genre of Agatha Christie, et al. This book is really clever with lots of twists and turns and whoa moments. I really enjoyed this read and kept turning pages. And then I went, “What?” and had to keep reading. Forget Ray, forget house cleaning, cooking, etc. – I had to finish this book. That says a lot.
Alan Conway is a bestselling crime writer. He’s been a pain in the butt for his editor, but Susan is willing to deal with his antics. He’s been a proven winner. As she reads his latest Atticus Pund mystery, she’s confident of the normal bodies, suspects, and red herrings. But…there’s another story embedded – one of ambition, greed, jealousy, and murder at Pye Hall. Alas, pages are missing. What’s the ending? But wait, Alan Conway is dead – suicide or murder?
Susan Ryland’s self-investigation into her lead author’s possible murder proves intriguing – it leads into family issues, neighbor issues, too many close encounters, and dead ends. What to make of the book vs. real life? I can’t write more. I don’t want to give away anything.
Cover blurb – Masterful, clever, and ruthlessly suspenseful, Magpie Murders is a deviously dark take on vintage crime fiction.
Trust me. You need this book. You will read and question every clue, every path, and you’ll come away amazed at the finale. This is an excellent story.