Magpie Murders (Susan Ryeland #1)

by Anthony Horowitz

You have all these dreams and, unless you’re lucky, they never amount to anything.

You must know that feeling when it’s raining outside and the heating’s on and you lose yourself, utterly, in a book. You read and you read and you feel the pages slipping through your fingers until suddenly there are fewer in your right hand than there

are in your left and you want to slow down but you still hurtle on towards a conclusion you can hardly bear to discover.