I finally got around to reading The Cuckoo’s Calling written by J.K. Rowling under her pen name Robert Galbraith. I kinda hate myself for reading it a bit. Why? Not because it wasn’t good (it was), not because I have a problem with Rowling (I don’t at all), but because I would never have read it unless it got out that Galbraith and Rowling were the same person. I kinda feel like a sheep. I would never have discovered this book on its own merits. I don’t know why Rowling chose to write under a pen name or how the truth was leaked out, but I like to think she was trying to see how her writing would be received on its own merits and qualities without her name getting in the way. But now her name is attached to this book and that is why I read it, not because it got good reviews (which was an added bonus, but if I’m honest I would have read it regardless out of curiosity unless the reviews were horrible). Oh, well. Maybe I’m over-thinking.
The book itself is really good. It’s a private eye story in which the suicide of a famous model is being reinvestigated. I never saw the end coming. There were twists and turns that I did not see coming and Strike (the PI) kept enough of his investigation close to the chest I was able to be surprised several times. If you enjoy mysteries, this one is definitely worth reading!