"For us, our house is not insentient matter—it has a heart, and a soul, and eyes to see us with; and approvals, and solicitudes, and deep sympathies; it is of us, and we are in its confidence, and live in its grace and in the peace of its benediction. We never come home from an absence that its face does not light up and speak out its eloquent welcome—and we can not enter it unmoved."
—Mark Twain, 1896
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Monday, March 8, 2010

Disappointed

I retired early last night, foregoing all the pomp and circumstance that would be the ’Oscar’ wins. I’ve been reading Fantasy in Death and the draw to it was beckoning. Not so much because I was enjoying it but because I was waiting for it to start engaging me. It has not and did not. I’m more than half way through, and I must say that with this installment, J.D. Robb has disappointed. So much so that I’m not even going to finish it. Che peccato. I was so looking forward to my adventure with the ‘gang’ this go around.
In the beginning, of course, there is a brutal murder. Bart, the inventor of a virtual reality (hologram) game, is test playing his new invention in a secure locked room when suddenly, or so it seems, virtual meets reality, and someone or something slices through the game, and Bart is dead. Is it diabolical programming or something more sinister? 

For me the story line is like being in a car when the wheels are stuck in mud. The more you push down on the gas pedal, the more the wheels just spin in place. The technicalities of the virtual reality game genre are a total snore, and these new characters seem flat to me.

Ah well, maybe it’s just me. I’m setting it and my rating aside for now, but I will give the Lieutenant another chance at redemption when I have nothing better to read. Who knows, maybe the spell will be cast (again) and I’ll end up raving about it after all!

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