Archive for December 2008
I was jumping up and down and laughing manically when I finished reading this book—that’s how happy I was with it.
But near the middle of DANCE OF DEATH, I almost hurled it away from me… so disgusted was I at what I THOUGHT had happened.
Thank goodness I persisted… or else I wouldn’t have found more evidence at how good Preston and Child are at surprising us. Who cares for a predictable series, after all?
Thriller fans should only have the best—and that means EXCELLENT twists every now and then.
In DANCE OF DEATH, Pendergast shows up alive, and almost well from the previous misadventures in Italy. Apparently, his diabolical brother Diogenes saved him—but only so he can commit the perfect crime, a part of which is to murder Pendergast’s friends… Then frame him for the crimes..
Help! I’m desperate!
I need to find the rest of the HAUNTED BOOKSHOP series. It’s a matter of sanity.
You know how is it is when you’re in love and the love is unrequited? The world turns upside down; you can’t sleep, can’t eat, can’t think but the object of your affection?
Well, every minute I spend not reading about Mrs McClure and Private Investigator Jack is unrequited love.
Who would have thought this unprepossessing comfy mystery would have such a hold on me? What’s so special about Penelope Thornton-McClure, co-owner of Buy the Book bookstore in Rhode Island? She’s just someone after all trying to start a new life with seven-year old son after her husband killed himself.
Maybe, it has something to do with Jack… who’s dead by the way. He was killed in the bookstore about 50 years ago. Apparently, he’s stuck there; unable to move on, saying “boo” to customers every now and then all this time. Thank goodness sensitive Mrs McClure shows up!
Now, he has someone to talk to, maybe teach a thing or two about sleuthing to. She needs all the help she can get, what with authors dropping dead in her bookstore. The first was Timothy Brennan, renowned author of the Detective Jack Shield series, based on Jack’s case files.
This time, controversial true-crime author Angel Stark is murdered. McClure’s friends and relatives are maybe involved. To clear them, the lovely widow has to get involved, if she can get some sleuthing done with Jack pestering her about the mystery of his own death.
He goes so far as give her flashbacks of his life (maybe rendered in B&W? It was the 40s, you know.)
Personally, I think why Jack is stuck can wait. It might precipitate his “moving on” and nip a romance in the bud… why between Penelope and Jack. Jack has a crush on her; it’s really so sweet.
Anyway, I’m asking anyone who reads this for help finding the rest of this cozy mystery series: THE GHOST AND MRS MCCLURE, THE GHOST AND THE FEMME FATALE, THE GHOST AND THE DEAD MAN’S LIBRARY, THE GHOST AND THE HAUNTED MANSION.
The characters will continue haunting me else.
Special Agent Pendergast as well as the other major characters in RELIC is back, following up on loose threads as well as picking up new ones. The result is a heck of a nail-biting thriller, only to be expected from the dynamic duo, Preston and Child.
In the first book, a beast hides in the subterranean galleries of NYC’s Natural Museum, killing and devouring dozens of museum staff and guests. This time the Big Apple itself is under attack from below.
Grotesquely deformed skeletons minus their head are fished out from Manhattan’s shoreline. There are reports of marauding groups of cannibals, dubbed the Wrinklers, preying on the homeless living in the tunnels and sewers underneath the city. When a member of the city’s elite is also murdered, the city’s police is mobilized into frantic action.
Detective D’Agosta calls upon the expertise of Margo Green and Dr. Frock to aid in the investigation. Pendergast shows up, suave but as enigmatic as ever. Journalist Smithback also joins the fray, bumbling his way into mishaps but succeeding to uncover vital clues.
Apparently, the Museum Beast’s story isn’t over yet. Its legacy has spread beyond the museum to the city’s desperate and addicted.
There’s plenty of firepower, claustrophobic thrills, gore, revelations, even mob chaos . The suspense is the edge-of-your-seat type, it doesn’t let go. I loved it and read it one seating.
Relic is the more interesting monster, but Reliquary gives us closure. So I give this book 5 stars!
Strange to describe a serial killer book as cozy reading–but that’s how I found THE TUNNELS, about a serial killer targeting the daughters of powerful men, murdering them in the tunnels underneath a New England college.
I read it during commercials, to make myself sleepy before going to bed, while waiting to take my turn in the bathroom, as I ate… I thought this book is ok, interesting enough, written well enough, paced good enough.
… Maybe it’s not strange at all but just very kind. the book was NOT good enough to distract me from the million and one other things I want to do these holidays.
Others who read a formula followed to the letter would be more scathing, I suppose. they expect surprises and memorable characters, which are sadly lacking in this book. Kelly Jones, the FBI agent was like any other tough FBI agent, her tragic past did not make her more interesting because so many other FBI agent-characters also had tragic pasts; her partner Jake was bland. and though the writing was easy on the eye, the plot was predictable.
The attempts to inject attraction between Kelly and Jake seemed forced… I wince (embarrassed for the writer) every time I encounter these instances
But let me be kind. we all shouldn’t expect remarkable stories all the time anyway. Our reading palate has to take a break from intense and unforgettable reading experiences once in a while.
Which is why we should be grateful that there are fluff and OK books out there. I am grateful, believe me. I am about to read the sequel BONEYARD–because I still have a million and one things to do and i don’t want a book that’s too distracting.
what is horror?
it’s having to plow through 500+ pages of drawn out suffering and the mind-ramblings of characters scared out of their wits.
certainly there wasn’t any wit at all in this book, just a bloated re-use of a classic horror theme: young people trapped in the middle of nowhere; there are monsters out to get them (in this case, man-eating, semi-sentient vines); they all die; another group of young people wanders in; they all die again….
the book was so slow (everything seemed to be going in slow motion!), too full of the mental ramblings of the characters…. in fairness, i think the story would have worked if it were just a short story. as a novel, the power of the psychic horror experienced by the characters was diffused.