In which I read some books, watched some TV and generally avoided the interchoobs.
I didn’t read as much as I wanted this month mainly because I discovered this TV show called Lost Girl, and I decided to marathon my way through seasons one to three.
I did however have a bit of a back catalogue catch up, with One Last Breath, The Dead Place and Scared to Live by Stephen Booth. I had a bit of a giggle with Something Borrowed by Paul Magrs and Mrs Fry’s Diary by Mrs Stephen Fry. I fed need for generic pap with Tick Tock, and Second Honeymoon by a couple of James Patterson’s herd of writers, and I gave myself a thrill with Stay Close by Harlan Coben and The Edge of Normal by Carla Norton.
The third in the Detective Michael Bennett series, and possibly the best so far.
It’s not very often that I re-read a James Patterson, but it’s been at least five years since I read it, and I just bagged the next three in the series for £3 from a charity shop and so wanted to refresh my memory of the character before I started reading my way through that chunk of books.
It’s also not a bad story although I did feel a little cheated at the way Detective Bennett ‘discovers’ who was behind all the crimes.
If you like anotholgies, then this is the book for you. Whilst the theme of these books has always been the Women’s Murder Club, in previous novels the group have always had a collective storyline, incorporating singular sub plots. Sadly not, this time round. In fact, I would go so far as to say it feels as if, under pressure of the Patterson production line deadline, a selection of short stories, perhaps designed as ideas for future books, were just rapidily thrown together with a couple of loose bits of string and some sticky tape.
Also even though I know I can often read a book in a day if I’m enjoying it, the fact that this one took me just 2 hours and 58 minutes to read (yes I timed myself) just says to me, that there really was something rather vital missing from the tale, oh yes, that would be the story.
I really dislike James Patterson’s production line approach to writing, thanks to his team of “co-writers”, but I just can’t quite stop myself from reading the books.
They’re always a pleasant way to pass an afternoon.
I’ve been needing to catch up on a little reading this month as I have a huge pile of boks to get through, and with the rest of the procrastination I’ve been doing lately I hadn’t got much done, so in order to ‘bump up the numbers’ for this month, I resorted to my usual fall back of James Patterson novels.
They’re easy reading with decent plots, that don’t take too much intellectual effort to plough through quickly. Plus with his stable of writers who do all the work before he does a quick edit, he can release enough books a year to give me a good boost every now and then.
Well that was certainly a change from what I’m used to from a ‘James Patterson’ book.
It’s like he’s trying to be a faster paced, but far less technical Michael Crichton with this novel, and he doesn’t do a half bad job. It’s as fast and easy to read as the rest of his books, and certainly a great break away from his normal thriller themes if you find you like his style but are in need of a change.