If you read Robert Galbraith’s debut novel, a detective thriller called The Cuckoo’s Clock, and thought it was remarkably well constructed for a first-timer, you weren’t alone. Nor were you incorrect:…
When I started reading as a child, it was an immoderate, late-night indulgence of sweaty palmed, pupil-dilating gluttony. Books were a drug, and civilized society was the pusher. And I got really really high.