Newly arrived in New Fiddleham, New England, 1892, and in need of a job, Abigail Rook meets R. F. Jackaby, an investigator of the unexplained with a keen eye for the extraordinary–including the ability to see supernatural beings. Abigail has a gift for noticing ordinary but important details, which makes her perfect for the position of Jackaby’s assistant. On her first day, Abigail finds herself in the midst of a thrilling case: A serial killer is on the loose. The police are convinced it’s an ordinary villain, but Jackaby is certain the foul deeds are the work of the kind of creature whose very existence the local authorities–with the exception of a handsome young detective named Charlie Cane–seem adamant to deny. (From: Goodreads)
Author: Willam Ritter
Genres: YA, mystery, supernatural, historical fiction
Publisher: Algonquin Young Readers
Edition: Paperback, 2015
Pages: 299 pages
It’s so boring…
I’m a person who loves reading mystery novels, but I prefer to read in the aspect of the detective instead of the assistant.
Abigail Rook, our main character, went to New Fiddleham and found herself a job as an assistant for Jackaby, a detective who solved supernatural crimes.
I should have enjoyed reading this book. I didn’t. For all of you who don’t know about me, I love crime shows and I love supernatural stuff. (though I have to admit that I like normal crime shows better) I’m obsessed with crime shows, supernatural or not. Listed: Criminal Minds, CSIx4, Castle, The Mentalist, Haven, Bones, Dexter, Elementary, Grimm, Supernatural… …Shouldn’t have got me started. I love Robert Galbraith’s mystery novels. (it has nothing to do with she being J.K. Rowling) I just don’t know why I don’t like this Jackaby.
He had weird sense of humor like Sherlock Holmes
“The Lady Charlotte,” I repeated. “The merchant carrier from Bremerhaven. You weren’t a passenger?”
“I’ve never met the lady. She sounds dreadful.”
I admit that I haven’t read Sherlock Holmes. Well…I read one book when I was a kid and it was a children version. I only watched the BBC show. Please don’t hate on me. Truth is that I feel tired whenever I am watching the show. Why is each episode so long?
Mr. Jackaby first had said that he wouldn’t use metaphor, and still…
“It gets thicker as we near. It’s dark and bleeding outward, like a drop of ink in water, spreading out and fading in curls and wisps.”
“What is it?” My question came as a whisper, my eyes straining to see the invisible.
Jackaby’s voice was softer still: “Death.”
Yeah, right. Very funny. There is this thing that all detectives seem to be annoyingly strange somehow.
I gave this book two out of five stars. I didn’t enjoy it and I flipped through the pages in the end. I might reread it in the future. The exact date is unclear. I won’t read the sequel, for now.
If you love mystery novels, you can definitely try this one. Prepare to set yourself in 19 century.
Happy Reading, Guys ~ 😀
“Rook,” he repeated. “Like the bird or like the chess piece?”
“Both?” I answered. “Neither? Like…my father, I suppose.”