โ Scribed by Christopher Brookmyre
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Winner of Britain's First Blood Award for the best debut crime novel, Christopher Brookmyre's Quite Ugly One Morning is the raucous comic thriller that established the author's reputation for a scabrously humorous style and breakneck, hell-for-leather narrative pacing. When hard-partying, wisecracking investigative journalist Jack Parlabane stumbles across the corpse of the scion of a wealthy Edinburgh medical family, he's determined to get to the bottom of things on his own. He quickly becomes enmeshed in a rousing adventure that will take him through all the strata of contemporary Scottish society--and into some dangerous (and hysterical) situations.
Laced with acerbic wit and crackling dialogue, Quite Ugly One Morning is a wildly entertaining and vivacious thriller.
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