I know what you’re thinking.
I interviewed Jack Heath for this blog a few weeks ago, I seem pretty chummy with Jack Heath, I’m published by the same publisher as Jack Heath, I advertise his latest book on my website, and now I’m writing a review of that same book… Surely, it’s gunna be biased.
Well, yes and no.
I met up with Jack last week for a few games of pool at Star Bar (don’t judge me… the drinks are cheap). So, just as I sank the 8-ball (mid-game, mind you, so it’s nothing to cheer about), we started talking about our respective books. He said he was reading Loathing Lola and was enjoying it so far. Cut to William realising he hadn’t made the slightest effort to get a copy of Money Run yet. Jack waits for a reply. We both stare blankly at each other. I fudge it and say that I haven’t read Money Run yet, but plan to, and will make sure I write a review about it on my blog – which is growing alarmingly popular, mind you.
‘It’s probably not your sort of book,’ he warns, glancing down at the pool table. ‘You sunk the 8.’
So, I decided I’d make a deal with him. I’d head out and grab a copy of Money Run. If I liked it, I’d post a review. If I hated it, I’d put it on Ebay, give it to someone I disliked for their birthday, or burnt it – whichever appealed to me more at the time – and instead of posting a review on my blog, I’d write about our games of pool, the marvellous displays of uncoordination they were. So, I’d be being biased, in a way.
Here goes.
JACK, WILL AND THEIR AMAZING POOL ADVENTURE
So, we met on Town Hall steps around ten o’clock at night and headed down George Street… Kidding.
I really enjoyed Money Run. Honest. It’s well-written, engaging, the characters are interesting, and most importantly, he’s got me itching to read more of his work, and more in the series, if he does choose to expand it beyond the one book. I was hooked from the word GO, and the book is non-stop from around page 50. There’s the right mix of humour, suspense, intrigue, action and that character-driven stuff your English teacher is always going on about. Summarising the plot doesn’t do it justice, so I won’t. Just remember: it all takes place on one night. There’s a teenage thief, a (few) hired assassin(s), a billionaire, and a lot of money. And it rocks.
Now, one of the characters gave me the absolute shits, and I picked a few of the twists – that’s usually enough for me to start my Ebay / birthday present / burning routine, but there’s something about the way Jack tells this story and keeps you hooked that makes you forget any of the shortcomings. He just gets so much right that the other stuff just makes you feel like you’re nit-picking. It’s part-24, part-Alias, all-kickass, and a highly recommended read. I went into Money Run with my cynical cap on, I mean, the author had told me it wasn’t my sort of book, and he’s 100% right. Nothing about the blurb or his author bio would make me even consider flicking through it in a store let alone purchasing it… but it’s a testament to the quality of Money Run that despite that, not only did I not want it to end, I now want to go back and dive into Jack’s back-catalogue, and maybe, just maybe, change my taste in books…
Talk soon.
LiteraryMinded 6:34 pm on August 26, 2008 Permalink |
Genius:
‘Clearly. I’m letting all the attention go straight to my head, setting up my own website, sending out emails like I actually matter, adding ‘oh, by the way, I’m a young author’ to the end of every spoken sentence… I have this theory. See, I have… large, Greek facial features that are four sizes too large for my head. So, if my head grows as my ego expands, everything will finally be in proportion.’