In which I am a bad reviewer

Read about half of A Tree of Bones on the subway and at lunch hour today, and it's great, but no spoiler warnings because this is about something else. Basically, Gemma's book is fast-paced, inventive and interesting enough that it's thrown the failings of another book into sharp relief. A couple of months back, I started reading a theological urban fantasy noir, only to realize after couple of chapters that the protagonist had never read a Vertigo comic in his life or afterlife, which was fair enough, except he'd evidently lived through the 1940s without ever picking up a crime story either, because he seemed incapable of noticing when authorities are really obviously hiding something. Then again, since I got too tired of watching him stand around wondering who could possibly profit from tricking Hell into breaking it's truce with Heaven, I can't be sure it turns out to be a rebellious subset of angels impatient with God's forbearance. Some novels are just Schroedingeriffic that way.

ETA - Checked the last chapter - yep, the angel did it. Took the protagonist 353 pages to figure it out.