Black Summer by MW Craven

Description from Amazon:

Jared Keaton, chef to the stars. Charming. Charismatic. Psychopath . . . He’s currently serving a life sentence for the brutal murder of his daughter, Elizabeth. Her body was never found and Keaton was convicted largely on the testimony of Detective Sergeant Washington Poe.

So when a young woman staggers into a remote police station with irrefutable evidence that she is Elizabeth Keaton, Poe finds himself on the wrong end of an investigation, one that could cost him much more than his career.

Helped by the only person he trusts, the brilliant but socially awkward Tilly Bradshaw, Poe races to answer the only question that matters: how can someone be both dead and alive at the same time?

And then Elizabeth goes missing again - and all paths of investigation lead back to Poe.

 

Okay, you’ll have to indulge me with this author. After all, I have only just discovered him, and since the first book was so good, I have to read as many as I can get my hands on!

The book opens with an appalling food scene. And by appalling I mean I really hope it’s made up and not some awful practice somewhere. You have Jared Keaton – supposed food magician but also crazy-as-a-loon chef. He is meant to have murdered his daughter, Elizabeth, and Poe managed to put him behind bars. Elizabeth has resurfaced to prove she is alive, but then goes missing again. So now Keaton could be freed and Poe entirely discredited. But Poe is still convinced Keaton is a psychopath.

So begins a tale of a twist on a turn on a twist. I love how the author takes you on a ride you never expected, and there are so many clues leading to each other or bouncing off each other that sometimes it’s quite something to keep track of it all. I think that might be the only thing about these books that doesn’t sit well. The fact that normally with a thriller the reader is given the clues, albeit scattered, and then we all go “Oh I didn’t see that coming.” But with these books, Poe (and my awesome supersleuth, Tilly) connects something and only later do we as readers get told what the connection was. It all makes sense in the end but we aren’t allowed to piece the puzzle together ourselves. It doesn’t stop me enjoying the books though!

I liked the introduction of Estelle (whoops, I might have gotten her name wrong but I’ll get it right in the next review) in the mortuary, and the way she is described and the processes she uses are highly entertaining. She’d probably kick my butt with her heels for that.

The investigation Poe undertakes to try to refute the blood draw proving Elizabeth is who she says she is makes every stumbling block he encounters ingenious. And creating Keaton’s timeline and linking it back to his cooking had me exhausted. I love how all the characters work so well off each other and that by now Poe and Bradshaw’s relationship is cemented in that easy to predict what you need kind of way. And bringing Poe’s dog, Edgar, into it? Yes, please!

Great story, great writing, great idea, great investigation and reworking what needed to be reworked, great reading. Next one, please!

The Goodbye Man by Jeffery Deaver

Description from Amazon:

In the wilderness of Washington State, expert tracker Colter Shaw has located two young men accused of a terrible hate crime. But when his pursuit takes a shocking and tragic turn, Shaw becomes desperate to discover what went so horribly wrong and if he is to blame.

Shaw’s search for answers leads him to a shadowy organization that bills itself as a grief support group. But is it truly it a community that consoles the bereaved? Or a dangerous cult with a growing body count?

 

Since the last one I’d read in the series was not too bad, I thought I’d try another. Deaver is trying to get Shaw to be the action version of Rhyme and it’s good but not quite there. There are a few too many fortuitous moments, and things that are explained away by him being a survivalist or having amazing instincts or his dad imparting some knowledge to swallow.

The story initially seems farfetched, but since so much is probably not shared in real life by authorities about what goes on in cults like these, I wouldn’t be surprised. Shaw is trying to infiltrate this grief group after one of the people he was trying to find for the reward landed up killing himself. It could have been Shaw’s fault but something doesn’t feel right. So Shaw enters the group and is forced to maintain a façade as he learns about the levels and what they want to accomplish.

The charismatic leader (isn’t there always one?) sees potential in Shaw and elevates him to a position where he sees all the illegal parts happening and figures out the endgoal that the final level requires. But... he could be exposed either through his actions or others who have taken note of him.

Lots of intriguing twists and turns here and I enjoyed the competition between him and a fellow reward seeker who has no problem taking out his competition (permanently by accident).

The facets to the story do keep you guessing, and even though you sometimes have to just accept the story, it’s probably still within the realms of credibility. Even though reading Shaw and reading Rhyme are like reading two different ways of writing, there is still enough Deaver in both to keep the reading comfortable and fast. The novel goes by quickly and leaves enough to want to find out more, even though it’s not my favourite series. If I find others, I’ll keep them for rainy days.

The Intruder by Freida McFadden

Description from Amazon:

Who knows what the storm will blow in…

Casey’s cabin in the wilderness is not built for a hurricane. Her roof shakes, the lights flicker, and the tree outside her front door sways ominously in the wind. But she’s a lot more worried about the girl she discovers lurking outside her kitchen window.

She’s young. She’s alone. And she’s covered in blood.

The girl won’t explain where she came from or loosen her grip on the knife in her right hand. And when Casey makes a disturbing discovery in the middle of the night, things take a turn for the worse.

The girl has a dark secret. One she’ll kill to keep. And if Casey gets too close to the truth, she may not live to see the morning.

 

I figured since I’d given Deaver and Colter Shaw a second chance, I’d do the same for Freida McFadden. Unfortunately, it just solidified that I do not gel with her writing! I’m sure there are plenty of people out there who love her stories, but this book did not do it for me.

 

I read it in about two hours, and it had a good start with an interesting book description. But...

It’s not a thriller as you would expect. It’s a psychological drama with childhood abuse and an unreliable narrator. And deals with themes of hoarding and trauma shaped by unhinged parents.

So in the midst of this crazy storm in the description, Casey finds this young girl with a knife. And the girl is threatening her. But Casey still invites her in for cookies. That struck me as very weird. Yes, the child is obviously running from something, but Casey has no means of communication with the outside world due to the storm so why does she feel comfortable enough to do this? Okay, let’s just chalk it up to Casey being a good person.

Now, she is in the woods, with a next-door neighbour who she thought she felt attracted to but is not sure about and a creepy landlord who is hitting on her. And this storm is so bad it’s threatening to bring down a huge tree on her house and take her roof off. And she still wants to take care of a girl who has literally told her she will harm her.

However, the story starts with a young girl who lives with her unhinged hoarder mother and the girl is trying to make the best of a bad situation. Granted, her choices are not the best, but she is young and has no other way of doing things. Her mom is pretty awful and locks her in the closet whenever she has male companionship – sounds like a great way to raise a kid, right?

The girl makes friends with an unlikely schoolmate and they form an unconventional but very close friendship. Something accidental but extremely serious puts paid to that.

Now I have to say that there are some *spoilers* coming up. It’s difficult to describe the book without them. I’ve tried not to give it away, but you could read into them.

The narrator is not who you think it is. And Freida has tried too hard to run parallel lives explaining the story. The odds of people who have experienced almost the same things finding each other in those circumstances are so slim (even with the explanation offered), and without them the whole story falls apart. Besides that, you have people who have literally given up their lives to keep an eye on someone based on a promise. Sweet, but no.

It caught me in the beginning, let me down in the end, and shows that she and I don’t mesh. You may have your legion of fans, but shoving “infinity promise” down my throat that many times made us break up. Sorry, Freida!