
I picked this up because TJ Klune and gay werewolves, but I'm still not sure how I feel about it. There is something deeply unsettling about the age gap between Joe and Ox. So much so for me, that I couldn't shake it when I realized what was happening.
Which was a shame because the other relationships in the book were beautiful. The family that Ox discovered for himself and the non-romantic male relationships were strong and enviable. But the book did drag at times and felt much longer than it needed to be. I'm still not sure how I feel about Joe and Ox, but I would like to see what happens next.
Molly is still delightful and I loved getting to find out about little girl Molly and her life with her grandmother. There were a few frustrating parts, especially the bits with Cheryl (get rid of her already!) and I missed Juan Manuel. I think what I liked most about the first book was the teamwork and how they brought Molly out of her shell. This was missing a bit of that, but Molly held her own.
So many characters to keep track of and it has been just enough time between books that I might have forgotten about one or two, but it did come back. Because there were so many characters I felt like it took away from the storytelling a bit. The characters were so strong, but we never really got their whole stories. Felt like there was more to tell.
As it should, this infuriated me. It's so very sad, but the tears that came were tears of anger and frustration. These women were never given a chance by authorities. It's like the NHI scandal in the LAPD (and frankly, probably in many other police departments). Just typing this review is making me angry all over again.
This time Alex's predictions made sense! But I realized in this installment, I don't really take Kellerman's killers seriously. It's like they're caricatures of people. Like a parody of a gumshoe detective novel. It could be because the story is never told from the killer's point of view and most of the time, the murderer is killed before anyone talks to them so they're never really fleshed out. But I always picture them as vaudeville sort of characters.
I thought I would love this. Horror & supernatural, right up my alley. But it was slow and boring and tame. People who call this “dark” don't read much horror because this was mostly just boring. The beginning was promising, there were some bits in the middle that were interesting and then the last 75 pages maybe? But in between was just about what was happening throughout history in South America and with a billion other people I did not care about.