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Robert Thorogood's writing has been compared to that of Agatha Christie, the Grande Dame of thrillers. So, how good is 'Death Knocks Twice'? Not so good, I'm afraid. While reading I had the distinct feeling that Thorogood changed his mind halfway as to who the killer would be. The plot is so jumbled that he needed some 60 pages to let DI Richard Poole explain the murder. In essence, the story could have been so much more elegant.
And, as other reviewers have mentioned, the book is filled with Richard Poole saying 'What's that?' (and some similar words). The frequent use of those words became very irritating and led me to believe that there are two possibilities: the first is that Poole is gradually becoming deaf, while the second is that Thorogood padded his word count because he felt that the manuscript would lack substance.
But most of all, I missed the fun, the quirky sense of humour that was so prevalent in the first two books. It seemed as if Thorogood now feels that writing has become a tedious job.
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