Sizzling with betrayal and murder, Higgins’ tale is sprinkled with earthy dialogue and savvy characters. When Sandra Nichols, the wife of a wealthy businessman, is found dead in a Massachusetts wetland, respected criminal defense attorney Jerry Kennedy sheds his reclusive life to become her children’s legal guardian. He digs for evidence and turns up a missing clue that begins a domino effect—exposing the killer.
Higgins wries for the ear. And to it. Characters tell us their stories which eventually add up to what a Higgins novel's about. And these people ramble around like morning hair... Y'know, the way the strands go after a night-long pillow buffeting? But anyway, I digress. Which is my point, and OUCH! ... Just stubbed my imagination on a cliché that I had to comb out... Okay, where was I...
And that's the way people talk, y'know what I'm sayin'? How they filter out a sort of stew of thoughts that eventually result in revealing a rich story arc tha's thick with what? Character? Yea, so that's what Higgins does... He tosses digressions into a plot set just beneath the simmering setting so that everything cooks together into a foamy, chewy experience.
And here in 'Sandra Nichols Found Dead' Higgins comtinues writing plays for George Guidall to prattle, or declare, or even sometimes insinuate into life... And I love it. Careful though, Higgins is an acquired taste so you'd best start with the first Kennedy book and enjoy your way here to Sandra Higgins's dead body in a bag.
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George Higgins put in too many details. I could not follow the story. I finally turned it off after two tries. I never did figure out why he spent the first chapter discussing cameras. What did the camera club have to do with the story. Who cares if the club has a potluck and who brought what. Maybe this was the story and I missed the point. Worse book I even downloaded!
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