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Here is part of a review Boomerang recently received from a reader in Scotland in his blog The No-Hoper.

Finding indie books worth reviewing isn't easy. I tried a few that had attracted favourable comments, and decided that they just weren't as good as people thought.

And then I found Boomerang. Oh yes. If you can afford what is known in my neck of the woods as seventy pence, but which goes by different names elsewhere, you could do many worse things with it. But not many better.

Boomerang is a comedy thriller, with a nice balance between the elements: the thrills are in the action, the comedy in the telling. The premise is simple. There exists somewhere in the world a hollow boomerang which contains some super-sensitive information dating back to the time of FBI chief J. Edgar Hoover. A lot of people are very anxious to get hold of it.

Other readers have compared it to the work of authors as varied as Douglas Adams, Dave Barry, Carl Hiassen and Donald E. Westlake. It is to make a fellow blush. In the past five months it has sold over two thousand copies in the UK, interesting considering none of the action takes place there and I live in Arizona. But two thousand Brits must know something, right?

See you next month.

Thanks,
Alan