Once in a while a book takes me completely by surprise. The Mermaid of Black Conch by Monique Roffey is one of those books.
I’m listening to the audiobook, but I know I need the paperback too. The audio performance is brilliant, and lends a beauty to Roffey’s words, and her descriptions in particular, but I want to see the words.
I’m getting ahead of myself again. I haven’t finished listening to the book. I know there’s a twist coming, and I’m okay with that. I’m looking forward to it. But it’s like Alan Garner’s books Strandloper and Thursbitch, there’s a deeper mythical quality to the writing and the content and I want more.
And nope, it’s not a crime book. But it is my kind of book.