Book Review: Night Fill

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Night Fill / Damian Morgan / ISBN 0-7344-0440-9


‘In the early hours of this morning, Marco Lazar, popular local identity and owner of Marco’s Supermarket, was shot dead in his house…’ Dad fixed me with his cold, deadly eye.’ Jason, where were you last night?’ * Jason Pook

The novel of Damian Morgan, Night Fill is a non-fictional mystery story. The story starts when Jason Pook sets a trap to catch the thieves who are stealing from the supermarket. Suddenly the plan backfires that night; he is the one that trapped in the market while enigmatic occurrence is happening. He is accused of murdering Mr. Marco Lazar, a popular local identity and owner of Marco’s Supermarket who was shot dead in his house, near the supermarket in the early hours of morning. The evidence against him is overwhelming. The policemen, his girl, his principal, the supermarket manager, and even his father, all think him guilty.

Jason Pook is an assiduous eldest child of three, as evidence: at morning, he attends in his class, afterwards he works in the Marco’s Supermarket. He is a mediocre man who has a girlfriend and posses an indisputable attitude, a silent individual. Because of this personality, as well as his fatal flaw, he was involved in a dubious crime of murder that he cannot easily evade. He does not told to his family what happen that innocent night of ambush in the supermarket and even to anyone else because he consider himself as blameless in the murder case of Mr. Lazar, who is his closed friend. According to him, Mr. Lazar always treated him with respect. He can able to look at him and see something other people can’t see. He doesn’t see the wild hair or the pimply skin or the jerky arms and legs, but seem to have a direct view of his soul. He doesn’t like Mr. Marco; he loves him (according to page 21 of the book, chapter three). He truly felt sorrow about the murder.

“He and I get on. We got on well. When I was a kid, I’d hang around the...
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