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A bloody novel that ends poorly.
on April 25, 2013
I have read a few paperback books by Sandra Brown. It's been awhile but my memory of her work is such that she can keep you on the edge of your seat, frantically turning pages to find out who done it. Because Amazon thought this was a book I would enjoy, I purchased it to read on my Paperwhite Kindle.
God how I hate a book that took me days to read that leaves me just hanging there. "Use your imagination . . . finish the ending any way you like," it seems to suggest.
The book starts okay with a satisfactory rush of terror when an apparently injured man grabs a pretty, young mother by the throat and forces her into her house at gun point with, one knows, nefarious intent. The mother is frightened to death that the brute might harm her four-year-old baby girl and so agrees to whatever he demands. She learns that he is the same beast television news is blaring about: a murderer who savagely gunned down a dozen men the night before.
The plot of the novel is: the good guy is convinced that the young mother's dead husband, a police officer, might, without any explanation, have discovered crucial evidence against the "Bookkeeper." What is it? "I don't know." Where is it? "I don't know." What's it look like? "I don't know." And so he completely tosses two homes looking for . . . "I don't know." He finally discovers a clue. You won't believe where he finds it even if I tell you. You're going to have to buy the book. The proposed reason the clue is placed where it's found is also absolutely ludicrous. You'll have to buy the book!
Eventually, as the story progresses, we re introduced to all manner of despicable, loathsome characters all under control of the "Bookkeeper". Local police, State police, sheriffs and the FBI all become involved, each displaying a quantum of betrayal and treachery. And what disturbed me were the unlikely ploys used to resolve many exciting passages, a disappointment to Ms. Brown's usually believable style. The four-year-old is sleeping in the immediate areas of several gunshots but never wakens or cries. Hmm? But I could accept all this and enjoy the anticipation of discovery if only the book hadn't ended so dismissively. It's like sex without a climax!