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51. The Brass Verdict — Michael Connelly
52. The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo — Stieg Larsson
53. The Reversal — Michael Connelly
54. When You Were Mine — Elizabeth Noble
55. The Scarecrow — Michael Connelly
56. The Poet — Michael Connelly
Jack McEvoy, a Rocky Mountain News reporter in Denver, Colorado, has a cushy job on the murder beat. But when his job brings him the story he never wanted to write, he finds himself caught up in the web of a serial killer whose M.O. is killing homicide cops haunted by murder cases they couldn’t solve. His calling card is a quotation from the works of Edgar Allen Poe. The latest victim was Jack’s twin brother, and the next could be Jack himself.
(This is the book I mentioned in the last review post; it’s actually the first in the Jack McEvoy series, followed by The Scarecrow.)
I really did enjoy it overall. Surprisingly it didn’t hook me immediately, and I had to really fight to get into it. But after the first couple of chapters it grabbed hold of me, and I was along for the ride.
The story was really quite intense and fantastic, and if I hadn’t accidentally skimmed the end of the book (sacrilege! Blasphemy!) I would not have expected the final twist. What I really loved, though, and was truly fascinated by, was the pathology outlined in the book. All of the nuances of the investigation of the deaths, right down to the tiniest details that turned out to mean so much.
My only issue was how out-of-character Jack seemed in romantic or sexual scenarios. This tough-ass, take-no-prisoners veteran journalist with nerves of steel and unprecedented ballsiness suddenly possessed the vocabulary of a hopeless romantic and it seemed out of place. Call me nit-picky, or what-have-you, but I don’t think “make love” is a phrase that should be uttered through the mouth or mind of someone who is, in every other aspect of his life, ruthless, tenacious, and seemingly unromantic.
That, and any sexual scenes in the book were written clunkily enough to make me squirm. Profusely.
Overall, though, The Poet was a pretty awesome book with some pretty awkward moments (for me, as a reader). Definitely worth the read, but prepare for some cringing.
Next book: currently unsure. I have about seven on my shelf and everything looks good!