A Darkness More Than Night (Harry Bosch, #7; Terry McCaleb, #2; Harry Bosch Universe, #9)
by Michael Connelly (Goodreads Author)
I didn’t plan on reading two of Michael Connelly’s Harry Bosch books back to back, but it was the next available title in the pile. I was surprised by this one and it took me a few chapters to realize it was another crossover book with one of the author’s other protagonists, Terry McCaleb, the FBI profiler. He was portrayed by Clint Eastwood in Bloodwork.
The story is mostly about McCaleb, who comes out of retirement to help police profile and track a new serial killer. Bosch appears later in the story, involved in a murder trial of his own where he says the killer confessed to him.
McCaleb and Bosch had worked together on a case in the past. Without giving away the story I can say their paths cross again in an unexpected way where one of them becomes subject of an investigation. There are a couple nice twists to keep you flipping pages.
My only disappointment was in how the ending left the two main characters, but in considering their individual personalities it was only fitting.
Swan Peak (Dave Robicheaux, #17)
by James Lee Burke
Dave Robicheaux is one of my favorite characters, perhaps because I can relate to him so easily. James Lee Burke is master of metaphors and he can offer descriptions of the sky like no other. His story-telling is enjoyable and almost philosophical at times.
In this book Burke’s first hand knowledge of the pristine scenery in Northern Montana shines above his usual inside look at Louisiana bayou country. Robicheauxs’s sidekick Clete Purcel is also a colorful and easily likable character.
The only reason I didn’t give this book a fifth star is that it wasn’t as exciting as other Burke novels I’ve read.
The 9th Judgment (Women’s Murder Club, #9)
by James Patterson (Goodreads Author), Maxine Paetro
I grabbed this book out of a pile, thinking it was James Patterson, but like many other books that have his name blazoned across the cover it was written by someone else. This one’s by Maxine Paetro, my least favorite in the top dog’s kennel.
The plot is descent and I do like the Lindsay Boxer character, but I thought the author pushed the envelope a few times in the story, making it a bit ridiculous. I think it’s the author’s voice that just doesn’t do it for me, with words like “kiddo” that are repeatedly used to describe children.
Being male, I felt this novel was written for a female audience. Almost all the main characters are women and the author’s femininity weighed heavy in the story. It didn’t sit right with me, being a former cop who worked with many women and found it a lot different than what’s depicted in this book.
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.