I first came across Rivers of London on the Kindle store, and downloaded the sample. I was intrigued by the first chapter, and put it on my wishlist. A friend or two read it, and finally one lent me his copy. He thought I'd tear through it in one go.

Not quite true, as it happens. Oh, all in all, I think it took about two hours to read, but sometimes a few days would go by without me reading more. It reminded me a lot of Jim Butcher's Dresden Files books -- which is not really a compliment, coming from me. They were similar in tone, and something about the narrators was similar. Thankfully, I didn't pick up on the same type of waves of misogyny -- sorry, I mean chivalry -- but I wasn't entirely happy. Do guys really think with their dicks to this extent? Leslie was, most of the time, a great character -- and then I was left feeling rather like she'd been there as a plot device all along. To fill in that role, of Pretty Polly, who is a silent onlooker and untroubled when wooed by a murderer...

Not a great start for women in this series, particularly with the nubile Beverley eventually used as a hostage, and then the whole thing ending with vagina dentata...!

To some extent, it depends what happens to Leslie now. Is she just the instrument for trowelling on Peter's manpain? Or the exposition tool to help Peter figure everything out? Or will she have a plot of her own?

I will be reading Moon Over Soho, though I did think Rivers of London also had a few problems with pacing, but I won't have the same tolerance with it. I do like the idea -- actual, officially sanctioned members of the constabulary dealing with supernatural events -- and I do love a good crime story when it falls together reasonably well.