The Ghost Wore Yellow Socks by Josh Lanyon
This is my first Josh Lanyon book I didn’t like, and didn’t finish. The Ghost Wore Yellow Socks is an old school murder mystery, but with the twist of two gay apartment neighbours acting as detectives. And it just didn’t work for me.
It was just too much like a game of Clue. A bunch of weird characters, isolated in a spooky old house when people start dropping dead. It had a definite Professor Plum in the kitchen with the candlestick kind of vibe. Which felt, well, dated.
It’s not something I’m interested in reading at least. There’s nothing wrong with the writing of course, it’s excellent, this story just wasn’t meant for me.
swedishgirl
I'm a Swedish book nerd reading mostly steamy English romance novels. And since there is so much good stuff out there, and so much shitty stuff too. I just want to give credit where it's due (and diss the rest).