Wulf C. Krueger
"For Reasons Unknown" and absolutely unknowable, this collection of words but mostly without proper punctuation, was actually published.
Another family murdered in their locked house, another "damaged", "dark", DCI called Matilda Darke (can you hear me cry?) who tragically lost her husband to cancer, mostly sees through to the bottom of bottles, not cases, is being brought back to investigate a cold case.
»She popped two Venlafaxine from the blister pack, washed them down with the wine, and left the house, taking the newspaper with her.«
(Note the admirable use of commas! The author doesn't ususally grace his wooden sentences with them. Here's proof: »‘No you don’t do you?’«)
As with the latest lot of novels I've been reading, this one just plain sucks: Shallow characters, unbelievable villains, cops who act to the best of their minimal abilities, a completely unhinged antagonist - this one has no redeeming qualities whatsoever. It does feature lots of melodramatic bollocks...
»The rage and tension building up inside her was agony.«
(Having recently finished this, I do sympathise with the general sentiment, though.)
Also, "your" and "you're" is hard for such gifted authors as this one...
»‘Yesterday, a body was found in the city centre, on Holly Lane. I went to the scene and you’re Acting DCI Hales was there.'«
"Michael Wood", once more I hope this person has no children to embarass or was at least smart enough to choose a pen name, also suffers from (and makes us suffer for) his distinct incompentence in the use of idioms:
»for argument’s say, let’s say it was your fault.«
For <beep>'s sake! I should be paid for reading such drivel!
Go forth and read any old directory because it surely is better written, edited, and more interesting than this turd of a novel.
0.25 stars out of five because it's composed of words and has a (story-unrelated) cover.
"For Reasons Unknown" and absolutely unknowable, this collection of words but mostly without proper punctuation, was actually published.
Another family murdered in their locked house, another "damaged", "dark", DCI called Matilda Darke (can you hear me cry?) who tragically lost her husband to cancer, mostly sees through to the bottom of bottles, not cases, is being brought back to investigate a cold case.
»She popped two Venlafaxine from the blister pack, washed them down with the wine, and left the house, taking the newspaper with her.«
(Note the admirable use of commas! The author doesn't ususally grace his wooden sentences with them. Here's proof: »‘No you don’t do you?’«)
As with the latest lot of novels I've been reading, this one just plain sucks: Shallow characters, unbelievable villains, cops who act to the best of their minimal abilities, a completely unhinged antagonist - this one has no redeeming qualities whatsoever. It does feature lots of melodramatic bollocks...
»The rage and tension building up inside her was agony.«
(Having recently finished this, I do sympathise with the general sentiment, though.)
Also, "your" and "you're" is hard for such gifted authors as this one...
»‘Yesterday, a body was found in the city centre, on Holly Lane. I went to the scene and you’re Acting DCI Hales was there.'«
"Michael Wood", once more I hope this person has no children to embarass or was at least smart enough to choose a pen name, also suffers from (and makes us suffer for) his distinct incompentence in the use of idioms:
»for argument’s say, let’s say it was your fault.«
For <beep>'s sake! I should be paid for reading such drivel!
Go forth and read any old directory because it surely is better written, edited, and more interesting than this turd of a novel.
0.25 stars out of five because it's composed of words and has a (story-unrelated) cover.