Cat’s Cradle

Re-reading Cat’s Cradle has been good for me! The first time I didn’t know where I’d be going. By the second time it was quite clear why all those little things mattered and I could see the bigger picture.

After sitting on Cat’s Cradle for over a year, I am finally able to tell you more about the third book in Nick Green’s Cat Kin trilogy. As you may recall, the second book, Cat’s Paw, was so seriously good, that I didn’t expect Cat’s Cradle to beat it. But it did. It even improves on re-reading, which is such a relief, in case I’d made a mistake the first time. (As if I would!)

Nick Green, Cat's Cradle

At first it feels as if Tiffany is on her own in this story. She seems out of touch with what the other Cat Kin want. She misses Mrs Powell, and in her absence Tiffany more or less takes over the training, not to mention the bossing about. Ben wants to be home with his parents, now that they are back together. But he does turn up when Tiffany calls.

The Cat Kin uncover some mysterious happenings, and they make some – very – bad mistakes. Several times you think the adventure has come to an end, and that everything has been sorted, only for the nightmare to continue. Someone is buying dead tiger parts, and creating art with them. This is bad enough, but then it turns out that’s not necessarily the worst of it.

Much of the truly hair-raising action takes place at the Tate Modern and in St Paul’s Cathedral. If you can believe in the cat skills (and why wouldn’t you?) this is a tremendous thriller, where love and friendship will make a difference to the outcome. Really wonderful to see Tiffany’s younger brother Stuart playing a larger part. That boy could have his own book.

Something very bad happens. It’s the kind of thing you don’t want to happen, and hardly expect. But there are also many good things here. Funny. Romantic. Brave. Plain exciting.

I mustn’t give too much away, but I just can’t praise this trilogy enough. We’ve waited far too long for all three books to be published. There was a time when I was afraid this final instalment wouldn’t ever get written. Buy it, and read it!

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