Before I was a mystery reader, I was a Honey West fan. Between her pet tiger, signature beauty mark, and crime-solving adventures, she convinced me that detective work looked like a lot of fun. In honor of every thriller reader who's ever been absolutely certain they knew who the killer was, here's my completely unofficial starter kit for solving a murder—without actually solving a murder.
Somewhere between “just one more chapter” and emotional attachment to a suspiciously orthopedic couch pillow, thriller reading stops being a hobby and becomes a lifestyle. These are the seven signs you’ve officially crossed over into full-blown Bookaholic territory — sleep deprivation, emotional-support tumblers, and all.
After suffering through a streak of painfully slow thrillers, I was beginning to wonder if modern suspense novels had collectively forgotten the suspense part. Then I picked up Mike Lawson’s The Asset - a sharp, layered political thriller filled with fixers, smear campaigns, and enough twists to restore my faith in the genre. Smart, fast-moving, and wonderfully cynical, this one actually remembers that thrillers are supposed to thrill.
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