The last few weeks I have been nesting. Because of the bad news we got,
but also because autumn has finally come to Sweden. All I have wanted to do
has been to curl up in front of the fire with lots of tea, chocolate and crime.
So, last Friday I ducked in to the supermarket and snatched a couple of books
off their tiny, portable shelf. I was craving crime. Fast-paced and entertaining,
but most often forgettable, crime. Befitting my mood. I devoured them.
So yesterday I went to a proper book store and acquired four more.
But before I start in on them I thought I would share my 10 cent reviews.
You should know that to me a crime novel could never get more than 4 out of 5.
After all, they are meant to offer escapism, not to change your life.
The Devils' Footprints by Amanda Stevens
The troubled, pill-popping tattoo artist, Sarah, was left by her detective boyfriend a year ago and hasn't spoken to him since. But late one night he calls her up to ask for her expertise in a murder, where the killer has left a remarkable tattoo across the victim's back. It is only the beginning of a series of murders with occult undertones, that somehow all seem to connect to our protagonist.
I liked the New Orleans setting, the complexity of the characters and the self-reliant but troubled heroine of this novel, but some parts were more believable than others. Because this was my first attempt at a Harlequin published crime novel, I was expecting there to be thrown in some gratuitous sex, but none was present. Even the scary and violent details were mostly glossed over, which at times felt unfortunate.
Where all the Dead Lie by L.T. Ellison
Reeling from being shot in the head and losing her voice, detective Taylor Jackson escapes the increasingly strenuous relationships with her best friend and with her fiancée, and travels to Scotland for the holidays. But caught in a blizzard, her all too attentive - and attractive - host, and the psychological trauma Taylor has suffered, may prove too much for her, as she slowly slips in to madness.
This buy was a mistake and I can't possibly give it a fair review, since it is very much part of a series and throughout the whole book the reader is playing catch up with the characters and their outfall from the previous book in the series. It's also not really much of a crime story. Though I am sure that someone who has read and enjoyed all of them will enjoy this one too, to me it was a little repetitive and predictable.
Never Look Away by Linwood Barclay
Journalist David's wife seems to have plunged in to a deep depression. Then, during a visit to the local fair, she suddenly disappears. Has she been abducted? Has she taken her own life? David is confused and devastated, and when the police start to direct their suspicions towards him, he knows that he has to try to find out what has happened to his wife on his own.
It's been a year or two since I last had the reading bug. Truth be told, I can
probably count the books I've read since I met Cinnamon man on my two hands.
It's weird; some years I devour books like there is no tomorrow,
some years I get bored just picking one up. Is it like that for you guys?