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It's like all of a sudden all you need to do is think to yourself is "what is the most cheesey over-dramatic thing that could happen." and that's what happens. What ruined the book for me was the incredibly cheesey last third or so of the book. It's like two books squeezed into one, most of the murder-mystery part is at the beginning. The first two-thirds of this book were good and exciting. The murder scenes were a little gruesome for me, but I can get over that.
The head of the homicide division and the chief medical examiner of San Francisco are disgusted, sickened, and "have to turn away" from a body. He's just fine. What atrocity can these two strong, experienced, professional women not handle. And I don't normally notice these things but the man used the word, "chilling" so many times that, not only did I notice, but was really annoyed by it. I've been having trouble concentrating enough to read anything involving thought and effort so mindless mysteries/thrillers are just what the doctor ordered.
No, that's not a typo. Again, I think it goes back to Patterson's inability to write women with any realism or truth. And his desire to create a series and characters that could easily be marketed and turned into a movie and/or TV show.I enjoy gruesome, bloody thrillers but really doubt I can bring myself to skim through the rest of these books based solely on how poorly written I find the characters.ETA: I just found out that James Patterson earned $50 million from June 2007 to June 2008. What.
Oh, but the male detective. This one, though. Four intelligent, urbane professionals and that's the name of their group. Good writers don't need to tell their readers how to react to their writing. I actually snorted with laughter a few times at how ridiculous and cliché they were.Overall I found the writing to be stilted and not especially engaging. I can't say I enjoyed it much at all.
Couldn't he have come up with a name that wasn't so hackneyed and immature. Seriously.
Would a homicide investigator, coroner, prosecutor, and reporter who were male have to create a "club" and name it something so hokey. I'm equal parts horrified and inspired to write something that my biggest fans will excitedly describe as a "quick and easy read."
It might as well be The Four Females Who Find Killers Club or The Four Awesome Chicks Hunting Bad Guys Club. No thanks.By page 45 I decided I hated James Patterson writing women.
I should find your descriptions "chilling" without being told to over and over and over again.And my most petty complaint: The Women's Murder Club. You've got to be kidding me.I found the interactions between the female friends not realistic in the slightest.
A body with a single stab wound. He even steps in to offer our lead homicide investigator an arm to lean on.
Detective Lindsay Boxer has a lot going on in her personal life and needs to rely on close bonds to help her solve the case professionally. The story intensifies as the Murder Club closes in on the clues. The Women's Murder Club is born in this captivating novel about a serial killer who has targeted brides and grooms. She finds help and support from her best friend and two new unlikely allies whose commonality is surviving and thriving in a man-driven world. You will enjoy the shocking twist at the end.Review by Dilsa Saunders Bailey, author of Dreams Thrown Away,a romantic suspense novel filled with sex, lies, and murder. What a horrible way to start a marriage. "Til death do us part" comes too quickly.
The story has Patterson's surprises and it is a page-turner. (This is the first of Patterson's "Women's Murder Club.") They manage to solve the crime a little at a time. By Ruth Thompson author of "The Bluegrass Dream" and "Natchez Above The River" Here we have four ladies involved in police work: a detective, a medical examiner, an assistant DA, and a reporter. Each has a piece of the puzzle to solve the crime.
I am disappointed in this one. The wierd feminist vibe is disingenuous and rings false. I am a big Patterson fan, but this book was just not his best work. it is overly dramatic, trite and not respectful of the intelligence of the reader.
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