Career of Evil - Book Review

Career of Evil is the third novel in the Cormoran Strike series by J. K. Rowling, published under the pseudonym Robert Galbraith. 

More than the gripping first chapter from the POV of the serial killer who wants to kill women and chop their bodies, more than the shocking object Robin Ellacott receives by courier, more than the gruesome backstories of the three prime suspects, more than the serial murders we witness from the POV of the murderer - what I enjoyed the most about this highly entertaining novel is the evolution of the relationship between the two primary characters, Cormoran Strike and his business partner Robin Ellacott. It's the one uniting thread between all the novels in the series and the way their relationship evolves from the first novel to the subsequent novels has been depicted in a most delightful and engaging way. 

Without giving away any spoilers, the real clues about the identity of the serial killer are hidden in the events of the story, amongst the red-herrings. I liked that the killer IS one of the three prime suspects. Had he turned out to be someone other than the three suspects, as a reader, I would've felt cheated. 

This is a great novel for readers who enjoy whodunits, crime fiction and detective fiction, people who love to solve the mystery before the detective does. I liked the way the other characters are fleshed out. It is really the best part of the novel and the series. This is a massive book at 489 pages, large page size, and includes several violent scenes. I rate it as 5/5. 





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