by Patricia Cornwell (Little Brown) ISBN 9781408703458
The timing couldn’t be worse. Scarpetta’s personal life has taken centre stage as she worries about whether her husband, Benton, is having an affair, why her niece is keeping secrets from her, and whether Marion is responsible for the murder of a woman he made contact with on Twitter. Not her usually sharp and focused self, Scarpetta is unpredictably vulnerable.
This was not my favourite book from Patricia Cornwell, and I’m a huge fan of hers. While I have never liked the pretentiousness that surrounds Kay and her super-womanly powers that help her to not only put FBI agents in their place, but to whip up a meal worthy of a Michelin star chef, and still find time to add to her knowledge of French antiques, it’s become overkill.
The characters have become totally un-relatable. It was an uninspiring read and worst was if you tried to figure out who-dun-nit, you’ll feel sorely cheated. Time for Cornwell to go back to basics.