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The Girl Who Cried Wolf is the fourth of Ferrigno's books that I've purchased, and I'm now going to have to return to the prior volumes to see if there's something I missed, some imaginary thing that convinced me his books were a good read.
My recollection is that they were, and that I enjoyed them immensely, but here I sit, with The Girl Who Cried Wolf, reading it in fits and starts, and I don't think I'm going to be able to finish it.
The characters are wooden. Except for when they're over-the-top charades of some school of thought or another. The apparent hero is mostly absent from the story, so far, and so ineffectual when he appears that I find myself not caring to find out whether he's ever successful in solving the mystery. In fact, if pressed for a view, my present hope would be that everyone involved in the plot, with the possible exception of Detective Hobbs, die of some painless but quick illness, stat.
The editing is beyond abysmal, with rank & ridiculous plot errors & contradictions, sometimes within paragraphs of one another.
An earlier review refers to the book as a "fast-paced comic thriller". The pace is glacial, and if it's truly intended to be comic, it's a poorly done comic. Seeing it referred to as "comic" reminds me of the cult "classic" movie, The Room, written as a drama, but which was so horrifically conceived (and ritualistically ridiculed - search the web for "The Room reviews") that it was magically recast, for marketing purposes, as a black comedy. But it's not - it was an unintentional joke, and one that I commend to potential viewers as an example of what not to do, should they ever make a movie.
In the case of the book whose review I'm writing, I'm forced to say that it's probably not horrible enough to descend to the level of The Room, a movie that was so excruciatingly bad that it served a greater purpose.
And now, having decided that I truly cannot finish this book, I'm off to re-read Heart of the Assassin, hoping to find that it's as good as I remember it having been, all the while wondering what's gone so wrong with Mr. Ferrigno's latest effort, and whether, in his next, he can find an editor worthy of the job description.