

If this truly is the end of the series, it’s probably for the best he’s drawn it to a close at a natural point. It’s a weird position to put the book in, and it’s sad, but also good. Both in terms of it starting to feel repetitive – we know the characters and how they are and what they’ll do, and it’s getting increasingly difficult to chuck them into truly “new” scenarios – and also, conversely, in that we keep getting hints that Aaronovitch wants to move on – he’s setting up the successors to Peter and Nightingale and Walid, and I find it much harder to latch onto them than I did to their originals**. It was still good – I still gave it a 4 on Goodreads – but the cracks are starting to show. It seemed to be trailing a bit when it came to stringing a proper plot together.


Whatever else they do* (or don’t do), with plot or characters or setting or what have you, they make me laugh out loud while I’m reading.īut, that being said, much though I enjoyed this one, I’m glad it felt like the end of the series. As in actually hit the right comedic notes at the right time with a sort of offbeat humour, and it helps that some of it is about Latin grammar. So the thing about the Rivers of London books is, they’re just… funny.
