Framed

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I will at this point just mention that the majority of the negativity that I saw about the book was the amount of swearing.

It wasn’t great and it’s definitely not high literature, but it set out to do a job and succeeded at it. I was driving home from work one afternoon, listening to my favourite sports radio station and the hosts were about to interview Ronnie O'Sullivan. I found myself coming back to it and wanting to get through to the next chapter to see what was coming next. The story is very graphic and memorable and I would recommend this book to anyone who enjoys a mystery/thriller.You can change your choices at any time by visiting Cookie preferences, as described in the Cookie notice.

Not the biggest fan of snooker myself, I stayed listening cos the show is entertaining whatever they talk about. Taking many elements from Ronnie's own life, it is the story of Frankie James, a young lad in 1990s Soho, who dodges gangsters and underworld crime to run a snooker club in the absence of his father (in prison for armed robbery) and his mother (who ran off years before). or the one that describes a vanquished hard man "slithering down the wall like a stain" or atmospheric nods like "the pink evening sky was darkening into blood. Ronnie is interested in Buddhism, and was the first celebrity to endorse Jeremy Corbyn at the general election. All i can say is i am glad i read this,it is a story that keeps you guessing and one that makes you want things to turn out right, brotherly love is where it's at.Sub-plots are interesting, add to the enjoyment, keeping your attention rather than detracting from the main story. When this book debuted I was excited to read it, however for various reasons it sat on my shelf since 2017 until a few days ago when I got round to reading it. Some readers might raise an eyebrow at the use of the label ‘athlete’ in the previous sentence, but I think here it is accurate — the new Masters champion Mark Allen once revealed in a mid-session-ask-the-stars-time-filler that his least favourite food was ‘vegetables’ and his favourite ‘takeaways’, but Ronnie O’Sullivan ran 40-45 miles a week before a dodgy heel forced him to cut down. Well, his perceived innocence, he says he is, despite the mountain of evidence stacking up to the contrary.

If Ronnie O'Sullivan wrote like he played snooker, he would be in the same bracket of apparently effortless genius as Ernest Hemingway and Leo Tolstoy; this novel would win the Booker, and the Rocket would be a nailed-on future Nobel laureate. Starts off gritty, as life in the mean streets of London's SOHO district bring a snooker club owner and a "Family" into tight conflict. Overall as a gangland thriller almost, Frames does lack the punch of a Martina Cole or Jessie Keane novel but as an enjoyable thriller in its own right it is definitely a book that I can recommend and I am excited to read the sequel. Of course, with O’Sullivan being known as the greatest snooker player who’s ever lived, there are a couple of references to the game throughout.

das buch ist in englisch und der wirklich einzige kleine wermutstropfen ist das f-wort das so oft verwendet wird.