The Screaming Blue Picts

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 Degree10th 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.  

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Posted on June 28, 2011, in Fiction, fun, Reading, review, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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