Acclaimed New York Times best-selling author Dennis Lehane delivers an explosive tale of integrity and vengeance - heralding the long-awaited return of private investigators Patrick Kenzie and Angela Gennaro.
Amanda McCready was four years old when she vanished from a Boston neighborhood 12 years ago. Kenzie and Gennaro risked everything to find the young girl - only to orchestrate her return to a neglectful mother and a broken home.
Now Amanda is 16 - and gone again. Haunted by their consciences, Kenzie and Gennaro revisit the case that troubled them the most. Their search leads them into a world of identity thieves, methamphetamine dealers, a mentally unstable crime boss and his equally demented wife, a priceless, thousand-year-old cross, and a happily homicidal Russian gangster. It's a world in which motives and allegiances constantly shift and mistakes are fatal.
In their desperate fight to confront the past and find Amanda McCready, Kenzie and Gennaro will be forced to question if it's possible to do the wrong thing and still be right or to do the right thing and still be wrong. As they face an evil that goes beyond broken families and broken dreams, they discover that the sins of yesterday don't always stay buried, and the crimes of today could end their lives.
©2010 Dennis Lehane (P)2010 HarperCollins Publishers
If you can't do a passable Boston accent, please don't do it. Mr. Lehane, I would expect you to know better. I am having a hard time taking this book seriously with the this narrator.
Is this a new trend in fiction where the author uses his narrator to engage in a little by proxy proselytizing? I keep coming across this in books that should be entertaining but seem to insist, instead, on preaching to me like a sweat-slinging Pentecostal minister. In Moonlight Mile this exercise is often annoying and sometimes just plain jarring (e.g., Patrick takes a pause in the action to contemplate Al Gore’s discomfort on The View). It’s a shame too, because there are genuinely suspenseful moments to be had (excluding the deus ex machina clunker of an ending) if only Lehane could keep his politics in his pocket long enough to simply tell the story.
The fake Boston accent was hard to take with these southern ears. I give two stars to the narrator for other reasons as well. There was a spark missing in this story as well as between the two
Kenzies; it isn't even close to the earlier books in plot or intensity. I think I'll try reading it to see if that makes a difference. And I'm tired of Russian mob stories. It's just an okay book.
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