I'm only partway through the book; at the point of trying to decide if I'm going to continue or not.
The writing suffers from an abundance of non-essential details, and the author uses three descriptors where one would have been sufficient. I'm a dog person, and even I found her multiple descriptions of Sweetie Pie tedious. And, I'm starting to count the number of times she uses "the thing is".
I would have been much happier if the narrator had used her normal voice for the character "Jake" -- her growly, constricted voice has me hating the guy.
Now I need to own a hard copy of this book, as well as buy copies to give friends. I can't stop talking about this -- especially because my own small police department is now the proud owner of a BearCat "rescue" vehicle purchased under devious means.
I am having difficulty believing in any of these one-dimensional people. Kevin is evil incarnate from the moment he is born with none of the characteristics of a toddler or child. His mother is shallow and narcissistic. His father is a 2D cardboard cutout, never seeing anything wrong with his evil son. The mother and father never discuss anything, never question, never seek help for their son. The self-indulgent mother ultimately feels pride in her evil son's accomplishments.
This tricky topic could have been made a compelling read had it addressed the development of psychopathy. But it appears the author has no psychological understanding of human emotion or motivation. She never addresses any issues, answers any questions or provides any insight. I finally quit listening.
Wish there was a "chick fic" heading on some of the books I've bought. I knew I was in trouble in the first chapter. The heroine inched along a wall in the dark, hunting for a light switch, and fell over a body - as in actually falling and landing on the bloody body. How can you fall so heavily when you're inching along? Writing was mediocre, plot was unbelievable, the heroine clueless. Don't remember the narrator, so she must not have been bad. Actually, after two weeks, I barely remember the book at all.
It needed to move a lot faster and give the characters a little more dimension. Justin, for instance, is very important to the story's development and resolution, and yet for parts 1 through four, all he does is moan "Oh, God" about his troubles without actually addressing them.
The resolution or "punch line" of the mystery was obvious from the first 50 pages or so. I almost felt insulted that it supposedly was the big "wrapup" to the novel.
Jonathan Davis' reading of the computer library transcripts was ok. Gabra Zackman did fine with female characters but fell short with most of the males, especially "Uncle Dennis", who I found to be almost a caricature of an elderly gentleman.
I have read probably 20 books by this author, but this was the first time I tried an audiobook. Even with it sped up, I found the pace dreadfully slow and the final resolution of the book to be totally unsurprising. Maybe CJ Cherryh is someone I should stick with in print where I can skim when it gets too slow ....
I enjoyed the story, the characters, the atmosphere of Delhi (both old and new) and I especially enjoyed the narrator. I ordered two more Tarquin Hall books after finishing this one.
Shallow, redundant and unnecessarily convoluted, jumped around from one point to another, then back to the beginning again. And the announcer at the "break" kept saying "Great Wonders in History" rather than blunders... fortunately it didn't cost much.
The story line is good, but Ms Bala's narration is slow, stilted, and when she does Anji's voice (and other female voices), she somehow broadens her mouth and talks in the back of her throat in the worst caricature of a
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