I finished reading Everyone on This Train Is a Suspect by Benjamin Stevenson recently 📚

I enjoyed the first Ernest Cunningham novel with its uniquely fresh narration style. Though the second in the series has a similar tone, it felt repetitively bland this time. The story takes ages to kick off. Humour barely lands and feels there only to fill the pages. The same goes for the “cute” and frequent talk with readers—it just didn’t land for me. It irritated me every time.

I listened to this book this time, and the narration was terrible. It was so fast and messy that I couldn’t understand which character was speaking. I couldn’t get involved thoroughly; I was waiting for the book to end.