The Lies of Locke Lamora @ Poundland

The Lies of Locke Lamora @ Poundland

Found 10th May 2009
One battered copy at my local store so not sure how easy this'll be to find! I haven't read it yet myself but I've heard a lot of good things about it.


It's a cracking book, well worth a pound


just read one review

Review: Phenomenal. This book is essentially Ocean’s Eleven set in a fantasy world; I used that same description for Mistborn: The Final Empire, which, coincidentally, was the last book that I gave a five-star rating to… but they both deserve both the description, and they both deserve the rating. This book is a little more towards the “swords” side of the “swords and sorcery” scale of fantasy than Mistborn – magic does play a part in the plot, but for large chunks of the story it’s peripheral, and with a few tweaks, this story could be set in Renaissance Venice. It’s told in alternating “present-day” chapters and shorter “interludes” about Locke’s childhood, the forming of the Gentleman *******s, and little tidbits about the history, politics, and economics of Camorr’s world – and underworld.

The Lies of Locke Lamora starts off as a fun, fast-paced heist book, full of gritty detail that breathes life into the slums of Camorr, but with a snarky, carefree sense of humor underlying everything. During the first half of the book, I found myself constantly grinning, either at something the characters had done, or at a successful caper they’d pulled off. I knew that the good times couldn’t last (it’s not a very interesting heist story if everything goes right all the time), but Locke and his compatriots were just so cool, so slick, and were having so much fun that it was impossible not to join them.

“I only steal because my dear old family needs the money to live!”
Locke Lamora made this proclamation with his wineglass held high; he and the other Gentleman *******s were seated at the old witchwood table in the opulent burrow beneath the House of Perelandro … The others began to jeer.
“Liar!” they chorused in unison.
“I only steal because this wicked world won’t let me work an honest trade!” Calo cried, hoisting his own glass.
“I only steal because I have to support my poor lazy twin brother, whose indolence broke our mother’s heart!” Galdo elbowed Calo as he made this announcement.
“I only steal,” said Jean, “because I’ve temporarily fallen in with bad company.”
At last the ritual came to Bug; the boy raised his glass a bit shakily and yelled, “I only steal because it’s heaps of ****ing fun!”

Outstanding book, the sequal is not quite so good. But this is a bargain and a half.

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saw this again recently, same branch though so they may have just had some leftovers in the back somewhere...
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