Frustrated

I can never say enough: the quality of a good detective novel is to give all the elements, all the clues to solve the puzzle, the reader, at the same time as the characters of the novel. Are proscribed the cachoteries, the unknown, the outputs of solutions magician's hat. In this case, Michel Bussi made a compilation of all he must not do to not frustrate the player. Indeed, after reading this book, the reader will say: he was well but I had a way to not fall for it?

The will of the perpetrator to mislead the reader is at a point that even the book's layout is made to mislead the reader. So even with goodwill, a strong desire to solve the puzzle, the reader will always have a doubt ... until 30 last pages where the deception was lifted. We are awarding a red card to Michel Bussi as the author of detective story.

For critical aspect of "makeup collection Harlequin," I can only confirm. While the story is not all rosy, but certainly fall within passages of impossible love-stories, which would certainly qualify as niaiseuses by our French friend of Quebec. The advantage is that these passages are interspersed throughout the book, but well insulated, so that you can easily skip them not to perpetuate them.

Listed writing, even if present as a Michel Bussi station author is a bit naughty, it is far police confirmed authors, far behind Franck Thilliez Maxime Chattam or DOA. The eyes literally glide on pages, and was quick to swallow the almost 500 pages. But the author often uses a literary twist that m'insupporte: the sentence without a verb. And unfortunately for me, at the height of the action, the author tend to use machine gun way.

If he has a good point to this book is the presentation of Giverny, the impact of limpressionnisme and Claude Monet in this village, love or blasement population of this tourist windfall. The author tells us anecdotes, details and educates so pleasant its readership on this artistic field.

So in the end, an average writing a mystery but one that will frustrate most players, a little cul-cul passages. If it is a habit for Michel Bussi, I confess I do not know if I would return to his work.
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