Thursday, April 12, 2012


"He wasn't bloody Gideon of the Yard, he was Detective Inspector Jack Frost, GC, jumped up from being a lousy sergeant to a lousier inspector. He hadn't asked for the promotion."


R. D. Wingfield’s Frost at Christmas is the first of the Jack Frost books.

Inspector Frost and the Chief Constable’s nephew investigate an eight-year-old girl’s disappearance.

Along the way, they also investigate a thirty-year-old bank robbery. That investigation leads to the book’s violent and surprising ending.

This book tells a lot about Jack Frost. We learn about his marriage. We learn about the event which earned him the police force’s highest medal for valor. And we learn about the despair that permeates his life. His own depression helps make him who he is.

Many of Frost’s colleagues value promotion more than they value helping people. Frost is an exception. Despite his boorishness, his struggles with depression and despair, he tries to do what is right. And he solves cases others wouldn’t solve.

I’m glad I ran across Jack Frost.

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