As noted in the previous post, I took a break from Beartown and went to London for the fourth volume of Anthony Horowitz’s ingenious Hawthorne and Horowitz novels. Horowitz casts himself as himself in these books and uses the conceit of writing novels about the other character to make the story. It sounds rather convoluted, but it’s not confusing and the plots are really good.

In this one, Horowitz has to rely on Hawthorne to help him out when he’s accused of murder. It also allows Horowitz the character to learn more about the enigmatic Hawthorne. I’m sure the real Anthony Horowitz’s brain does a few cartwheels as he is putting this all together, but it makes for a great read for the rest of us!