The way that Ben Aaronovitch manages to capture the heart and soul of London is outstanding, the only novels I have read that comes close to getting this right are the equally impressive Sixty One Nails (by Mike Shevdon) and Neverwhere (By Neil Gaiman). You will find yourself buried in the book as you walk around, bumping into random objects and/or people (not recommended folks) and you will keenly feel the absence when your attention is reluctantly dragged away. Told from the first person perspective of Peter, River of London is one of those rare novels that instantly grabs your attention and becomes almost impossible to release from your grasp. Then one night, on a cold, wet night while investigating a murder he finds himself taking a witness statement from someone who was dead but quite vocal, bringing him to the attention of Inspector Nightingale, the last wizard in England. Peter Grant was just a probationary constable in the Metropolitan Police Force and faced a life in the drudgery of the Case Progression Unit (doing paperwork so real coppers don't have to). Rivers of London is an urban fantasy novel by Ben Aaronovitch.
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