The Eighth Day
by John Case
This was the first John Case book for me. It was a good read so I can’t say I was disappointed with the story, but maybe the protagonist – he’s no super hero with special powers, but an almost normal person – an artist who does P.I. work on the side? He makes some pretty dumb moves as far as I’m concerned, but stumbles his way from country to country trying to take in the sites while killers are in pursuit.
The story is predictable, but fun, you almost can’t wait to see what predicament he’s going to fall into next. When he finally discovers the root of the plot the story gets a bit too technical for me. The reviews are all over the map on this novel, but I’d definitely give one of the author’s other books a go.
Guilt (Alex Delaware, #28)
by Jonathan Kellerman
It wasn’t until I was introduced to the protagonists that I remembered reading one of Jonathan Kellerman’s Alex Delaware novels before. If I remember correctly, I like the last one better. I like the combination of L.A. Detective and Psychologist partner, but I felt the plot stalled about two thirds of the way through the book.
I found myself skimming to get through the painfully slow progression of the case at hand. In fairness, having been a criminal investigator, I understand how that can be in real life. Having said that, I think Kellerman stalled just a wee bit too long, waiting for the investigators to get a break in the combination of cold and fresh cases.
The story was interesting and the characters played well off each other with excellent dialogue. I think I’d give the author another shot to wow me.
Cruel Intent (Ali Reynolds, #4)
by J.A. Jance (Goodreads Author)
Ninety pages. That’s all I could handle of this drivel.
That’s twice as far as I should’ve read, but I really thought it would get better. I got into the plot immediately, but then the author introduced an onslaught of meaningless characters, offering up countless pages of useless back story on each one.
I’ve complained about excessive fluff from a couple female writers lately, but this book goes above and way beyond that.
As curious as I was to follow the plot, it was way to painful to consider going any further. For a New York Times bestseller, I am flabbergasted. Personally, right now, I’m getting more enjoyment at watching a light breeze blow through the palm trees off my balcony.