And you thought you were just forgetful

Wow. How fun is a book about a comically endearing thief? Pretty fun. So you know how sometimes things at your house just go missing? Like, you’re searching the pantry for that can of cream of mushroom soup you could have sworn you bought a while ago, only to come up short. So naturally you think to yourself, huh, well I must have used it, because there’s no way someone snuck into my house to steal a can of cream of mushroom soup. But that’s where you’d be wrong. Because that’s exactly what Martin Railsback does in Something Missing by Matthew Dicks. He goes into “client’s” homes, and takes things from them that he knows they won’t miss. Or if they do, it will seem to them like they just forgot about using it. It’s so ridiculous and yet it kind of seems plausible. Martin spends months researching his clients, figuring out what could go missing and what can’t. He spends so much time researching, in fact, that he starts to grow attachments to the people. Then when things start going wrong in his client’s lives, Martin takes it upon himself to make things right. It’s a quirky feel good book with humor and (yes, I know it’s cliché) heart. So thank you, dear anonymous reader of my blog, it was nice to have my foray into adult fiction be so pleasant.