Monthly Archives: June 2011
Currently on Loan from the Library:
10th Anniversary – by James Patterson
Rebel by Bernard Cornwell
The Winter King by Bernard Cornwell
Other Books I’m Reading:
The Johnstown Flood by David McCullough
This week I finally finished something! Go me. As it happened it was the new James Patterson mystery 10th Anniversary, which is the most recent installment in the Women’s Murder Club series.
I have to pause here and admit, that while I like the books, I can’t think of any three murder solving friends that would allow me to name our club The Women’s Murder Club. Not on a bet. Not even ironically. We’d be The Screaming Blue Picts (our girl band cover) or Percussive Maintenance (our metal band cover) or Black Noise (our Goth retro punk percussion heavy show tune band cover). Also, I’m a guitar and keyboardist short. If any one is interested.
If we were, on a trillion to one chance to call ourselves The Women’s Murder Club, we would never ever ever say it out loud. Not in public. Never in private. And not for any reason. Which I guess sort of defeats the notion of a club name anyway. I think the reason that we would never use it is simple. It is both utterly obvious, and frankly ambiguous. Murder club to murder people? Murder club to solve murders? Hummm.
In this case of course, the ladies are solving murders. Although, if Patterson ever gets tired of them, he could set them up planning murders instead. I’m thinking there are at least another ten books right there.
The thing that first drew me into a James Patterson novel was that he is not afraid to kill off main characters. Unlike, say Robert A. Heinlein, who found a way to save all his favorite characters and make them live forever. Although, I like Heinlein for saving them all at least as much as I like Patterson for killing his off with no notice. Just fickle I suppose. Still, it is important information to have. If you happen to wake up as a fictional character one morning, hope that you’re in a Heinlein novel. Because James could be plotting your almost instant demise and it will be unpleasant.
10th Anniversary opens with something that series fans have been awaiting. SFPD Detective Lindsay Boxer gets married to Joe Molinari, her long term romantic partner. The five page description has almost nothing to do with the rest of the book. The wedding as described, complete with Vera Wang, and pastel bridesmaids dresses is not what I would have expected from butt kicking, scum shooting, perpetual bad copping Lindsay. But okay. The deed is done.
The rest of the book is less about the girls, Lindsay, Yuki, Claire, and Cindy solving a murder together than it is each of them solving independent cases. Which is fine. The books in the series have gradually gone more and more that way. The original everybody gets together to solve a serial murder case formula was getting a little weary. Lindsay, brings down the lamest baby trafficking ring ever. While simultaneously sticking her nose into Yuki’s trial of a murderer. Meanwhile Cindy tracks down a serial rapist, nearly becoming the next victim, again. Sadly, Coroner Claire is mostly just along for the ride in this one. Literally. Poor Claire, under used again.
Enjoyability: I’m giving this a respectable three and a half stars. It’s not my favorite of the series. My favorite was 3rd Degree. 10th Anniversary lacks something. Call it spark. I get the feeling nobody was having fun writing this, and it shows.
Where to read this book: Well, I read this book mostly laying on the living room floor. My back has been bugging me. But this is a nice coffee shop read, or maybe the park on a blanket if it’s nice outside. Not so intense that you’ll mind putting it down for a minute, but entertaining.
Further reading: I’m moving on to Cornwell. Gotta love Cornwell. If Patterson persists, I will probably read again. Although, the end did leave me wondering if maybe this is the end of the Murder Club, for the time being anyway.
With the advent of summer new reading challenges come my way. Gone is that quiet hour after dropping B off to school. The hour that G used to fill with some sort of semi education cartoon and I used to fill with a good book and my second cup of coffee. Gone are those few precious minutes when B would practicing his letters, and G was tucked in for the night. Instead it’s all “Mommy, how would a Streptococusflipptosaurus sound? Make the noise pleeeeeaaasseee.”
Because of this I have become a random drive by reader. I have no less then five books around the house that I am part of the way through. One next to the bed, one in the bathroom, two on the e-reader, and one hidden on my path to the kitchen. They are, in no particular order, historical fiction, mystery, mystery, classic, and non-fiction. These days I read standing over the stove, and just before bed, and sitting on the edge of the tub while G tries to use the potty. At night I dream of Viking raiders attacking a national park in Alaska where John Adams lives with Robert E. Lee, and Irene Adler.
The knitting hasn’t been going with my usual speed or dispatch either. Although I did manage to finish this hat for Bill this week. I’d only promised it to him two or three years ago. I actually bought the yarn last year about this time. Good thing he’s a patient man.
The boys and I have been having a great time too. There are trips to the Science Center, and playing in the garden hose. We planted flowers and tomatoes in pots on the back porch. Also, one stick the Earth Day people said was a pine tree. I’d never had much faith before in a plant that was handed to me in a flat brown paper bag. Still the little thing seems to be flourishing. In fact that pine tree is doing better than some of the tomatoes.
I’m going to go have some lemonade now, and think about NaNoWriMo now. Not because November is one the way, but because I can.
Also, if anyone has a good recording of a Streptococusflipptosaurus could you send it my way. I need to practice.