Black Tide (Jack Irish)

I'm glad this book exists and was popular, it's so extremely Melbourne and I love it for it. Peter Temple has a fun eye for detail, and the concept of an amoral lawyer/detective/woodworker is a lot of fun.

I just think it might not quite be for me. Structurally it felt like it was missing some connective tissue to help keep me engaged. I can read fantasy books that include hundreds of made up words and names, and I'll handle it well, but with this book I couldn't hold onto anything so when someone was mentioned later I had no idea who they are or their relevance. It was quite odd.

But still, now when I'm walking down Russell St and take a right into Little Collins I feel like a character in a story, and that kind of gift is incalculable.