Thank You, Ms. Rowling

I tell you, J.K. Rowling has outdone herself.  A brief rundown for those of you who perhaps are not fans.  She did the Harry Potter series, obvs, which was a huge success.  Personally, other than the very first book - which, admittedly, was written for a very young audience - I thought her writing in those books was great.  Good plot, good character development, good themes.  All that goodness.

So, a few years ago when she released The Casual Vacancy, I flitted to the store and rushed home to immerse myself in it.  It sucked.  It really sucked.  I rallied and labored for a good 150-ish pages before giving up in despair.

But, then!

Then, this British author appeared on the scene, calling himself Robert Galbraith.  He published a mystery novel (Cuckoo's Calling) about a surly detective named Cormoran Strike, and his young, eager assistant, Robin.  It was marvelous.  It was a suspenseful story that kept me up at night, frantically flipping the pages, but there was more than plot.  The main characters were interesting, battling demons of their own.  There was good dialogue, good story development, and such good mystery. 

Turns out that Robert Galbraith is a pseudonym for J.K. Rowling.

I was hooked.

And then look what I got for Christmas!

Blurry pic taken on the treadmill - sorry.

She's at it again!  And I'm so happy!  In The Silkworm, detective Cormoran Strike finds a concerned woman in his office.  Her husband, a semi-prominent author, has gone missing. As Strike looks into it, he discovers that this author is not missing, but is actually dead, and was murdered in a very disturbing and significant manner...related to the ending of his latest (unpublished, unread) book.

Dun Dun DUNNNNNNNNNNNN.

It. Is. So. Good.

I highly recommend the Robert Galbraith novels.  I hope she writes a thousand more.