So I happily pick up my galley of The Scarecrow, the latest Michael Connelly novel, thinking I will immediately be swept into a web of intrigue and suspense. And right now, like most of us, I could use a little escapism. So remembering the UK study I wrote about a few months back - the one that said reading is more relaxing than listening to music or drinking a cup of tea - I settled down with the book last night.
But how does this latest novel - which features as a main character reporter Jack McEvoy of The Poet - begin? With McEvoy getting laid off by his Los Angeles newspaper!
The intrigue may come but right now it's just depressing...journalists, consider yourself warned!