Moon over Soho

Title: Moon over Soho
Author: Ben Aaronovitch
Published: 2011 by Gollancz
Genre: Urban fantasy
Pages: 373


Hey, guess what? It's the sequel to Rivers of London! That means that it took about two months of Saving It Until A Little Later before I cracked and read it. Funnily enough, that's also how long two large bags of Maltesers lasted. I bought them from Cardiff while reading Rivers of London, hoping to make them last for the rest of the year. Ha ha haa. No. Now I'm all out of Maltesers again...

We return to Peter Grant's story a little after the events of the first book, spoilerrific events from which some of his friends are still recuperating. There's no time to take a long breather, though, not when a part-time jazz saxophonist turns up dead with magic in his head and music still playing. Peter gets called to look into it, and he soon finds that there's something worrying happening to a lot of jazz musicians in the area.

There's also a vagina dentata monster on the prowl. I don't think I have to spell out what she is doing to the men she seduces...

Moon over Soho was just as fast-paced, amusing and addictive as Rivers, if not more so. Peter is a funny guy, and I really do like how you could follow the action on a map. I've got the third book waiting already on my little Kindle mobile app. As of now, there are five books, the latest came out this year!


   Murder investigations start with the victim, because usually in the first instance that's all you've got. The study of the victim is called victimology because everything sounds better with 'ology' tacked on the end. To make sure you make a proper fist of this, the police have developed the world's most useless mnemonic - 5 x WH & H - otherwise known as Who? What? Where? When? Why? and How? Next time you watch a real murder investigation on the TV, and you see a group of serious-looking detectives standing around talking, remember that what they're actually doing is trying to work out what sodding order the mnemonic is supposed to go in. Once they've sorted that out, the exhausted officers will retire to the nearest watering hole for a drink and a bit of a breather.


Why don't they sell Maltesers around here? They should. It's 2014, we even got Milka a few years ago, why not Maltesers?