The Irish financial bubble has well and truly popped and it seems as if someone is having their revenge on those who took the money and ran.
Meanwhile Paul Mulchrone’s life is far from on the up in his newly acquired detective agency, seeing as one of the partners is not speaking to him and the other is MIA, just when he needs him.
There’s a lot for Paul to put right on every level and once again he’s found himself at the centre of the maelstrom.
There was so much energy evidently lavished on the first book it was going to take some doing for the continuing tale of Paul, Bridgit and Bunny, not to run out of steam. Having read the second book in pretty much one sitting it became evident the first was merely the entree in what I sincerely hope will be a generous series.
Sounding rather as if it should come complete with Shirley Bassey in a tight, sequined dress belting out the title, The Day That Never Comes is even better than A Man With One of Those Faces.
If you are a writer struggling with character development, then study Caimh McDonnell’s technique of creating layers of personality through dialogue and actions. Even people who serve merely as a way of moving the plot on are beautifully developed to the point where their company is so worthwhile you feel deprived of it when the scene is over.
My particular new favourite is Maggie, the beer-guzzling German Shepherd with attitude and a whole lot of surprises. Like all the characters inhabiting Paul’s world she is an interesting female and far from one-dimensional.
This is not to say that The Day That Never Comes is an entirely character-driven story, because its plot also receives loving and meticulous attention, so the story runs on smooth but invisible castors.
Caimh McDonnell is a force of writing who’s not going to go away and I cannot wait to see what he does next.
The Day That Never Comes was courtesy of McFori Ink