Another book review

While browsing the shelves at my local library, I came across a book about a railroad detective by Edward Marston. I love trains, so I considered checking this out. There were other books of his on the shelf, so I gave them the once over.

A blurb on several of them caught my eye.

This author is at his best writing about amiable heroes and hissable villains

I thought that was kind of lame and almost put the book back on the shelf. But the call of the rails was too tempting.

The story is about a train wreck in Scotland circa a long time ago. Imagine my delight in finding one of the suspects is the leader of a group of religious nutjobs angry about the railroad having the gall to run their trains on Sunday, violating the Sabbath.

I'm only halfway into this book, but I find myself hissing every time the story turns to this character.