Reading, for me, is entertainment and an escape from the real world. But it can also inform and stretch the boundaries of the life I live.
Although an interesting diversion in the Rivers of London series, this story suffers from the lack of any Peter Grant at all. I liked his German counterpart, but he just didn't have Peter's sass.
Sam Peter Jackson's narration was excellent, but this might have been better for me in the text version rather than audio. I am unused to hearing German-accented English, so I had to listen more carefully than usual, and my unfamiliarity with German names, geography, and cultural references made me want to stop and linger over the words and look up the places and references. Which, from an audio format, I didn't even know how to spell for a simple Google search.
It got me thinking about how Anglo-centric my reading is. I've tried to broaden my book selections (via Book Riot's We Need Diverse Books campaign) over the last few years, but nearly everything I read is set in primarily English and Spanish speaking countries written by authors from those places. I really need to start seeking out modern/current literature from the rest of the world.