What tickled my fancy: A slightly less know-it-all Eve.
What ticked me off: A Roarke gone so Irish, I expected him to tell Eve she’s magically delicious.
Who might like it: Fans of the series. Not a particularly good entry point.
Last year I wrote about my dissatisfaction with the “In Death” series. I half wonder if someone was listening, because I’d say this book didn’t aggravate me in the same way. Or perhaps it’s just that I took my sweet time to read it? But Eve definitely didn’t get up my nose as much as usual. She seemed a little more seeking of help from others, and less perfectly right. There are a lot of grey areas in this story, which was difficult for her, and other points of view expressed. (I get the feeling she is being written more like someone with Aspergers these days, which I find kind of… pointless. Her constantly getting idioms wrong feels forced to me.)
In any event, it’s the best of the series I’ve read in quite a while, a real page-turner. The case is interesting and sad without being torture porn like the last one. There’s some meat on its bones. And the banter is funny and charmingly risque.
I was surprised by some unexpectedly stereotypical portrayals, which is not usually how this future world comes across. And speaking of stereotypes, some of the main characters seem almost completely defined by their quirks. Peabody in particular was all about food and weight at first, though she did come across with some interesting information later. And Roarke has acquired so many Irish vocal tics, I assumed he was wearing a little green hat.
Still, it was a good read, and made me glad I didn’t just throw in the towel. (Thanks, Janet!)