Assassins Anonymous by Rob Hart
The holy algorithm kept popping this one up, and I finally succumbed to the machine’s coercion. Happily so, I might add. There’s an earlier novel, same author, kept getting airplay, but I kept dodging. (Paradox Hotel by Rob Hart).
I had an appointment that I almost missed because I was so engrossed in the novel.
Assassins Anonymous
Weird, building off the humorous play of alliteration.
“Some people think of recovery as a destination. Really, it’s a path you travel for the rest of your life, and the finish line is perpetually over the horizon.” Page 95.
Much killing, much action, darkly humorous.
“I’m not a man. I’m a tactical drone with a heartbeat and a dairy allergy.” Page 167.
A killer, trying to reform himself. Lactose tolerance issues, too. Always got to have fart jokes, no?
“I stifle a laugh as I pull out my wallet. “Fairytale of New York” by the Pogues starts in on the café’s speakers. I point toward the ceiling. “Best Christmas song there is.” Page 199.
Hat tip, if you know, you know.
Assassins Anonymous
Very enjoyable, almost bending genres, mystery, thriller, murder, and modern mayhem.
