The problem with most popular successful police/detective/suspense series is that readers and publishers demand the exact same things in the next in the series, making the series a quick parody and mockery of itself.
Nesbo seems to avoid this. Harry Hole seems just as compelling and flawed and genius as he always has.
Coben’s recurring Myron Bolitar series remains my favourite of the Coben books, but each of his standalone novels contains the kernel of what makes all of his characters so compelling: unrelenting, pure, unresentful, selfless love for the others in their lives, be it child, parents, siblings, husband, wife or partner.
Armand Gamache “IS” Penny’s detective series. He is what makes it, his uncompromising character, decency and actions.
In that sense, this book stays on track. Gamache still carries the series.
Penny reliably provides us with delicious writing, full of symbolism, metaphor and foreshadowing.
Unfortunately, the rest is slipping. It’s too full of easy plot twists, relying on sketchy MacGufffins, and loose editing. You could see the plot twist over who would discover the Carfentil right from the early chapters. There is really little reason for minor characters from Three Pines to even be mentioned, and some new characters are unrealistic.
Not her best, but by very definition not every book can be.
Reading Grisham at this stage of his writing career is like going home to visit relatives at Thanksgiving for roast beef, Yorkshire pudding and roast potato dinner. You’ve sat down to eat it for the past 25 years just because that’s what everyone does, no matter if you even like or enjoy it.
This isn’t even really a novel; as Grisham himself states, it’s just a half-remembered, rumoured anecdote from the limited time he spent in public service. The entire middle section is entirely superfluous and we care nothing for the characters in a story that has no rising action, tension or climax.
It’s not a novel. It’s not even decently prepared roast beef.
Connelly wisely transitions away from his steadfast go-to Harry Bosch, who has grown tired, cliched and repetitive. Det. Ballard is a welcome addition. One can hope she will turn out as well as Connelly’s other “newer” additions, Mickey Haller and Terry McCaleb , did.
Not in the first tier of legal/crime/mystery stories but still good.
I don’t know if I’m getting better at discerning plot threads early, but there were several here that I thought were very early and clearly telegraphed, which took some of the interest out of the story.