Author: Sophie

I'm Sophie, I'm 23, I was born in London, grew up in New Zealand and currently live in Melbourne, Australia.

The Cuckoo’s Calling by Robert Galbraith | Review

The Cuckoo's Calling (Cormoran Strike, #1)The Cuckoo’s Calling by Robert Galbraith

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

I’m a shameless Harry Potter fan and, by association, a J K Rowling fan (not that that’s hard when she is so badass on Twitter all the time) so when I found out that Robert Galbraith was Rowling I had to test these new waters. I wonder if it was Rowling’s publisher who decided to spill the beans about Robert’s true identity (sales not going to well, perhaps), or maybe it was up to her? This is what interests me about pseudonyms…

I digress…

The “high profile”/”celebrity” characters in The Cuckoo’s Calling interested me a lot, in that I wondered how many of them were based on people Galbraith has come into contact with, following her post-Potter celebrity status.

The Cuckoo’s Calling is definitely not the greatest crime novel ever but it was an engrossing enough, easy read about a pretty cool detective (Cormoran Strike), his temp receptionist (Robin) and an interesting case with a twist I didn’t see coming and one that didn’t seem too unrealistic or contrived, which is usually my issue with the crime genre.

That’s the one thing that does seem to have followed Galbraith from her Rowling brain – those bizarre character names: Cormoran Strike. Why?

I think, and the ratings seem to agree, that these are characters one will become more involved with and interested in as the series continues, so I will get around to reading The Silkworm and Career of Evil soon. I hope to see more of Robin getting involved in solving cases and less of her twatty fiancé (unless it’s to further illustrate how much of a twat he is).

There was a hint of attraction between Strike and Robin in book #1, but I really hope that’s where it ends. Overall I liked this book, but books 2 and 3 will probably effect my overall feelings. However, as long as there’s not a romance (please don’t let there be a romance) I have high hopes.

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Punch | Poem

In High School, a girl punched me in the face.

As if to say, thank you very much, or something,

I let her.

 

I knew it was coming, the clues were there,

         defensive yelling, racial slurs,

the step closer.

 

Inches from her face I became transfixed,

the bead of sweat between her brows,

her flaring nostrils.

 

Balling her fingers into a fist, she swung

her arm backwards,  in preparation, eyes fearful,

        punch.

 

I braced for impact that never came,

almost disappointed by how much it didn’t hurt,

so much for violence.

 

She had spent so much energy screaming abuse at me,

that there wasn’t any left over

to leave a bruise.