The Knife That Killed Me by Anthony McGowan reviewed by Philip Ardagh
...there are no boring bits. Tension is piled upon tension and, ironically, it's the don't-forget-the-knife-that-kills-me that gets in the way. The main meat of the story is so well told that we don't need the death-foretold hanging over us. And, when it comes, there is the twist. McGowan is a wonderful writer, and this is a gripping and tragically topical story of one boy's spiral into knife-crime but, although it was the title that first drew me in, I rather wish he hadn't ended up being constrained by it.
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