“… But the lies she told were woven into the fabric of her being, her life; so that to live with her and love her was to become slowly enmeshed by them, to wrestle her for the truth, to struggle to maintain a foothold on reality.” – Robert Galbraith, The Cuckoo’s Calling (Cormoran Strike, #1)
‘Struggling to maintain a foothold on reality’ aka me- everyday. Just kidding. Not really. The sky is red right?
Before we get down into the nitty gritty of this book, I first have to thank Shivalika over at Whimsy Journals, who responded with this recommendation to my desperate plea for book suggestions when I decided I wanted to try and complete the Popsugar Reading Challenge! (p.s. still need books for about 45 more categories, so if you have ANY suggestions I am all ears).
This was the first book I read in 2016 and listen, I know it’s March so please don’t judge me and the tardiness of this review. I am pleased to say that it was the perfect book to start the year off with. I particularly loved that it was out of my comfort zone (a 2016 goal of mine) but, it was also the first book I’ve read in a really long time that made me want to stay up all night reading despite having to haul my ass into work at 7 A.M. Side note: this book is rather long so, if you’re like me and pulling an all-nighter to read until the wee hours until the morning results in dark, terrifying under eye circles the morning after – I’d invest in some concealer.
On one hand, The Cuckoo’s Calling feels like a classic mystery novel. There’s an offbeat detective, with a personal life that is *for all intents and purposes* in shambles, a sidekick he reluctantly relies on, a very unusual client and a whole band of shady characters he must contend with. On the other hand, the writing is so fluid and beautiful that it feels very reminiscent of a historical fiction novel set in France or some other equally beautiful European country during the Golden Age. Granted, this isn’t too surprising given that Robert Galbraith is a pseudonym for the almighty J.K. Rowling. The juxtaposition of a classic murder mystery and the intricacies of Galbraith/Rowlings writing style was incredibly interesting to experience.
Now, if I may digress ever so slightly, I want to talk about a problem I used to have when reading….
Hello everyone, my name is Meg, and I am a spoiler seeker (in books, movies and television). I know, I KNOW- I am the worst! I used to be totally guilty of reading ahead and skipping to the last chapter in a book. I am happy to say that I’ve been sober many, many years and no longer practice this abhorrent habit any longer. I gotta be honest though… I almost fell off the wagon with this book. Given my total lack of psychological knowledge, please take my following analysis of why that is at face value: while, beautiful and whimsical- Galbraith/Rowling’s penchant to describe scenes at great length was somewhat frustrating. Listen, I wanna know who murdered this model- please don’t make me read through paragraphs of non-pertinent info. TELL ME WHO IT IS.
However, despite this I was truly caught off-guard with the murder-reveal and it was an excellently crafted story-line. It kept me on pins and needles ’til the end- thoroughly enjoyed and would recommend!