Don’t judge a book by its cover, some might say. But this one, a throwback to vintage pulp fiction, drew me in fast. As a fan of film noir, I already had a taste for hard-boiled crime. Not only is the cover to die for, so is the title – Death Was The Other Woman – and its mordant wit sets the tone perfectly, casting a shadow over the narrative as the reader hunts for the elusive ‘whodunnit’. Continue reading →