Good writing and I like the book. The style is easy-breezy. There are some issues like I don't think the supposed prosecutor who is now being stalked by someone she had convicted is terribly bright. If she knew the last murder wasn't like the others should she not have opened her big mouth and said so? How'd she get 100 convictions being so outright stupid? I don't like that sort of inconsistency.
I don't watch the writer on TV and am not a fan. But this book isn't too crappy. Good descriptions and narrative without interfering with your sense of forward motion. No thousand name memorizations. It's the personality-sense of grandiosity that's sort of strange. Everyone has such a high opinion of themselves and the killer who KNOWS he's a killer is over irate at the prosecutor who was merely doing her job. I mean come on. He gets out of jail by some accident and immediately HAS to implicate her in murder? How many times has this happened IRL? How many?
If killers all chased after their bimbo lawyers years later I'm sure I would have heard about that on television. Or are they all hiding out in their bomb shelters? I don't know. A little realism is ok, ya know? Just cuz it's called fiction no reason to stray into the outer limits with it. He loves jail? Can't wait to get back in his cell? Haha...he should be booking for S.America.
Ok I really am enjoying the story. I think it's basically well written but again I'm stuck having to say this: Reality. It bites...right? Hailey, our hero, is trying to hide evidence. She goes into a restaurant bathroom, lifts one of those cheap flimsy cardboard ceiling tiles that rest on flimsy fake metal grids right? Then she proceeds to crawl around on that. Which is in itself impossible. Those tiles/metal gridwork messes can barely keep themselves up there never mind some 100 lb chick crawling around on it. Also: How frickin filthy would it be in there? Writer even admits....FILTHY, dirty, disgusting, dusty etc. Our hero crawls from bathroom tile up there to kitchen, drops something into a sink by moving aside another tile (not even sure that's possible lifting it from above?), then crawls back to the bathroom up there, and diddy bops out innocent as strawberry pie. Well fine! But let me just say that Hailey would be completely filthy, crawling with spiders and have dead roach parts covering her frickin little city jogging-wear. Some Wall Streeter entering the bathroom barely glances at her. OK. DONE. Wish I didn't have to say how much that sucked because basically I like the story. Get some REALISM involved here, Nancy, crawl up there yourself and crawl into another room, lift a tile. Not gonna happen. You would, first off, fall out on your ass immediately. If you impossibly make it two feet you'll need to decontaminate yourself for three days with bleach before your next meal.
Sorry bout that. Like the writing but it's not sci-fi ...right? AND the ending. Not satisfied. Left killer Cruise running loose for another book. Pet Peeve #2.
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