To Go: 62
31. Solaris — Stanislaw Lem
32. The Waste Land, Prufrock, and Other Poems — T.S. Eliot
33. The Singles — Meredith Goldstein
34. The Notebook — Nicholas Sparks
35. If You Were Here — Jen Lancaster
36. The Creeper — Tania Carver
37. The Surrogate — Tania Carver
38. Lethal — Sandra Brown
When her four year old daughter informs her a sick man is in their yard, Honor Gillette rushes out to help him. But that “sick” man turns out to be Lee Coburn, the man accused of murdering seven people the night before. Dangerous, desperate, and armed, he promises Honor that she and her daughter won’t be hurt as long as she does everything he asks. She has no choice but to accept him at his word.
But Honor soon discovers that even those close to her can’t be trusted. Coburn claims that her beloved late husband possessed something extremely valuable that places Honor and her daughter in grave danger. Coburn is there to retrieve it — at any cost. From FBI offices in Washington, D.C., to a rundown shrimp boat in coastal Louisiana, Coburn and Honor run for their lives from the very people sworn to protect them, and unravel a web of corruption and depravity that threatens not only them, but the fabric of our society.
So when I walked into work holding this book, my friend turned to me and said, “Kelsey, why are you reading that? You have to read short books if you want to finish!”
Yeah, I know. But I’ve pretty much given up any pretence of expecting to finish at this point. It’ll be a pleasant surprise if I do. Anywho…
Firstly: I have a bit of a bone to pick with the person who wrote the back-of-book description. After reading Lethal, I can safely say that the web of corruption and depravity that Honor and Coburn unravel does not actually threaten “the fabric of our society.” That’s a bit of an overstatement, similar to when you write an in-class essay and suggest something as big and looming as WRITING IS A FUTILE ACT. (I have never done that, nope, why would you ask?)
Anyway, aside from that, I really loved Lethal. It was like the literary equivalent of an action movie, with guns, bombs, rogue FBI agents (whoops, spoilers!), a hint of romance (okay, more than a hint), and an underlying mystery that kept you guessing right up to the last pages. It was a page-turning adrenaline rush. And even though it had close to 500 pages, I read it really quickly because I was just unwilling to put it down.
I want to read more Sandra Brown in the future. She’s fabulous.
PS: Isn’t that cover just gorgeous?
Next book: I think it will be Before I Go To Sleep by S.J. Watson.