But they still drive me up a wall. Pleasantly, unlike Ackroyd and Mieville, the other two Londoners on the go, but still. Wall. Vertical direction. Towards ceiling. 'Oh my God why am I reading this who's gonna get cut/ shot/ burned/ killed in unspeakable ways this time?' Violence is so not my thing.
1. Why are all these Afro-British women so foul-mouthed? Had they no home rearing? Even the Muslim one calls people arseholes, a word no Muslim of my acquaintance uses.
2. Why do all the women crack wise with Matthew, and why do they do it the same way? I'd be so happy if someone just looked at him blankly when he started being sprightly with them, like she had no idea what he was on about. (Actually, everyone cracks wise with Matthew unless they're a) trying to kill him or b) Sinclair. I suppose if a schtick works, keep using it, but but but.
3. See Matthew run. Run, Matthew, run. What makes Matthew run? Lack of forethought, usually. Annoying, when he's so competent at other times, to find him defaulting to the same old modus operandi in every book. Several times in every book. Preferably after suffering grievous bodily injury. So here we have the requisite 'Matthew in pain running from an enemy' scene. Tell me again why it's a requisite?
4. Griffin has stopped talking about chocolate when describing skin colour (thanks to a word from the writer of Minority Council's cover blurb, could it be?) but she still pulls in the coffee tones. Truly, just give us the names and we'll figure the ethnicity out (even if it takes us three books to figure Dr Seah is Chinese.) Or describe the skin colour of some of the white characters as well.
5. TBH the only time I really feel Matthew is mad as a hatter is when he starts spouting his megalomaniac 'I am the Mayor and I will DESTROY YOU ALL' speech at the Badnasty of the day. But then I'm not sure the angels can't destroy them all, if given their head. So maybe he has reason.
And an oddity that may not just be Swift. 'He was sat on the bed, reading a book.' This pattern occurs over and over. What happened to 'he was sitting'?