"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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Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Not feeling it...at three stars

I’ve been somewhat disappointed with the last couple of In Death installments. Either J.D. Robb is off her game, or I’m just not feeling it anymore.

The storyline, in this, her 32nd book in the series fell flat and, frankly, never caught me on the edge of my seat. The telling of the tale is still the same voice, but there is just something lacking. In this novel, Peabody overhears two fellow officers plotting a crime and  confessing to murder. I never got the ‘fear factor’ sense that should have been with Peabody. Not even while she’s unfolding the discovery of bad cops in Central, to her Lt.

In my opinion, Peabody should have displayed more drama of emotion at the uncovering of cops who are not only bad, but are also cop killers. Well, like I said, my opinion.

There’s a pop-in scene by Mavis, a one or two liner by Sommerset, and not enough interaction between Roarke and Eve to make it even remotely believable that Eve‘s life is towing the same line as murdering cop killers.

Nope.
Gotta say, am a little disappointed.
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