CuckoosCalling

Honestly, I don’t know why I was surprised that The Cuckoo’s Calling by Robert Galbraith, aka J.K. Rowling, was so good.  Maybe I thought that she was a one-trick pony with Harry Potter (doubtful) or that she would only be able to write YA novels (toward the end, could HP really be classified as YA?).  Or maybe because as a principal, I refused to give into the hype surrounding any well-known author’s new novel.  I picked The Cuckoo’s Calling up as a whim and skeptically at that and, of course, she impressed me by writing, as J.K. Rowling does, a good story with meaty characters.

Which is a perfect time to introduce the large-in-charge and quite meaty detective, Cormoran Strike.  We first meet him when he’s at his lowest (broken up again with his fiance) and quite honestly, the most repellent of creatures, but golly jeepers if you don’t have a crush on him in the very end, you must have no heart, Mr. Grinch.  His methods are military and sound and his initially abhorrent character quirks and flaws are explained as he attempts to solve mystery around the death of supermodel Lula Landry.  Cormoran runs into the litany of dubious characters involved in the very public, yet private life of the famous and fabulous, while reckoning with his own self doubt.  I’m certain that I’m not the only reader who is pleased as punch that this is the first in the Cormoran Strike series.

My only nit?  I wish J.K. Rowling would write a female main character.  Not saying that as a female writer she’s obligated to do so, but I’d be interested in seeing how a female does in the role as protagonist in her novels, instead of being a strong but supporting character.

I apologize for ruining the surprise, but she did good, y’all.  Want to quiet the skeptic that lives inside your head too?  Pick up a copy and see what he/she has to say after you’re done.