Last month the Cayucos library had THE CUCKOO'S CALLING. I loved it and looked up Robert Galbraith on the Internet, hoping for more than the extremely cagy account on the inside back flap of the dustjacket. Nothing more. Unusually, I recommend the book to my wife, who was equally taken with it.
I of course recognized the final weapon well in advance and she of course saw what she claimed was a flaw with the plot, but we agreed that this was a man to watch. Better than David Mark, I thought, whose second book has just showed up.
Galbraith's second novel, I decided, would be the test. Even the reliably enthralling Sandford could become formulaic, especially with collegial badinage.
Well, the second novel won't have a fair test now but I am betting I'll love it.