Welp, I've just read a book that surpasses Rivers of London
. Yes, I know that statement will piss more than a few people off here (although to be fair, there are plenty of books that I have read recently that surpass it), but take some consolation in that it surpassed it by a moderate rather than large margin.
That book is London Falling
by Paul Cornell. Ironic, how a novel with a not dissimilar premise written by another Doctor Who
author manages to do something just that little bit better.
Of course, it's probably a case of Your Mileage May Vary. Rivers of London
was a good book, anyway. I just felt London Falling
to be just a tad more accessible and...'real'? I mean, as real as you can get for a horror fantasy work. But it felt a little realer, so to speak. Or maybe I just prefer Paul Cornell's writing style to Ben Aaronovitch's.
Four minutes? That's ages! What if I get bored? I need a television, a couple of books. Anyone for chess? Bring me knitting.
-The Eighth Doctor, defiant in the face of death, in Doctor Who: The Night of the Doctor