Just give me a minute until my goose bumps settle down. Reading Nine Lives was an experience not to be undertaken by those particularly faint of heart. This is a brilliantly written suspense novel; and cleverly, without being cute or twee, the biggest hero, and there were several ultimately, is a cat!
Frankie has moved into her beautiful new house in an exclusive London suburb with her cat, Blue, following her divorce. I worried at first for Blue because Frankie lets him out every morning to explore the new neighbourhood, wearing a collar with a little camera attached. But Blue comes home safe every night and Frankie looks at his daily wanderings on her laptop.
That is the basis of this story in the Rear Window mould. (Rear Window was an Alfred Hitchcock movie in which James Stewart whose character was laid up with a broken leg could see through the rear window of an apartment in the block opposite his, what appeared to be a crime being committed.) But even Alfred Hitchcock was no match for Catherine Steadman in building heart rate soaring suspense.
I read an awful lot of books but I only talk about the ones I would recommend to others, and I’ve got to say Nine Lives is nothing short of a masterpiece in the thriller genre. Looks like I’ve found myself a new binge worthy writer in Catherine Steadman!
Published by Quercus






