
If The Shanghai Murders taught me one thing, it was this: David Rotenberg makes me rethink how I felt about author John Burdett. For those of you who didn't read my review of Bangkok Tattoo, I was faintly worried about the authenticity of Burdett's writing as an Asian character. Forget it.

I admit I started reading Diary based exclusively on the fact that it was written by Chuck Palahniuk, having previously read and enjoyed Fight Club some years ago. I had no idea of the story. But I’ll tell you something... I was hooked from the first page.