The little beady-eyed creep irritated the hell out of me. If he hadn’t been one heck of a technician, I would have had him transferred to another department. Much as I liked to hear the figures on the monitors squeal, prolonged listening got old pretty quickly.
I’m not sure where to begin with this review of After Ariel–there are so many good things to say.
First, there is a glossary of Australian slang at the front of the book. It was fun reading. However, I didn’t find it necessary in order to understand the outstanding dialogue.
Gerald didn't make a sound when I stabbed him, but Nella squealed like she'd sat naked on a lobster claw, yelling for the cops as she picked up the knife. Her fingerprints were all over it. The contract was the only proof I was there; it’d take awhile before she talked her way out of an arrest.
& C. L. Shore
The story centers around the kidnapping of a concert pianist who disappears before the rehearsal of an important concert. The author is an artist of words when it comes to showing the anguish Ally, the kidnapped woman, experiences. Set in Australia, the different word usage is an added plus as are the descriptions of the unfamiliar places.