I love Kate Atkinson, but I don’t usually go for detective novels, so I put off reading this. I needn’t have, because it is as clever and character driven as her other novels. Jackson Brodie is a familiar sort of fellow; a slightly damaged private detective with a troubled life, but the book isn’t predictable. There are multiple cold cases, twists, red herrings and plenty of heart, all set in Cambridge. There’s a lot to like, and I’ll keep going with the series.