- Author R. D. Wingfield
I’m not sure what prompted me to want to read this. I’ve seen a few of the episodes, and David Jason is, of course, a national treasure, but that’s about as far as it goes.
As it turns out, R.D. Wingfield was never that keen on the TV adaptation of his character and I can see why. In the book, whilst still remaining lovably erratic, Detective Inspector Jack Frost is far more of a dirty old man.
Troubled and troublesome, he’s teamed up with a young, ambitious chap and the mismatched pair find themselves thrown in at the deep end with a couple of inter-linked crimes to be solved.
Although the format isn’t exactly unique, the writing is fabulous - indulgent and welcoming. Despite the frozen winter described within, it still felt warm and cosy to read, a piece from a simpler time. I’m definitely going to be reading the others in the series.