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Chervil was eating alone alongside the fountain, clumsily attempting to appear to
belong. "Pip," said Reich. "Pop," said Chervil. “Bim," said Reich. “Bam," said
Chervil. With the latest fad in informality disposed of, Reich eased himself down ...
“Galen Chervil, Mr. Reich." “What?" “Galen Chervil, sir. From Maria Beaumont's
party. Can I do you that favor, Mr. Reich?" "Don't peep me!" Reich cried. "I'm not,
Mr. Reich. We don't usually—"Young Chervil caught himself. “I didn't know you ...
Chervil paused judiciously, weighing the truth. "Jet, you bastard," Reich groaned.
“How long do you think I can keep my fuses from blowing." "He's telling the truth
about you," Chervil said quickly. “The Prosecution Computer has declined to ...
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I was set to give this story five stars throughout most of the book, but the ending threw me off. Way off.
The majority of the story is a detective story; we follow a crime from the angle of the perpetrator, and the investigating police officer. The caper is made all that much more exciting by the existence of people with esp, known as peepers, of which our investigator is one, and our perpetrator is not. A thrilling game of mouse and peeper cat made the book a quick read, and fun to follow. The inclusion of the catchy lyrics the perpetrator has purposely stuck in his head to keep himself from leaking his crime to the psychics around him interspersed throughout the dialog and action was a great touch that really increased the tension through certain parts of the story.
The conclusion however, I felt turned suddenly to a different tone altogether. The plot became less understandable, and the ending somewhat preachy. I suddenly got the impression that the author wrote the whole book as a means to state the exposition. Five stars until the last thirty pages or so.