Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, MARY, MaRY, MAry, Mary Say it enough and it starts to sound familiar, odd, affected. Like the book.
Seems like there are a lot of these crime novels out there. This is another one. They seem to be the same, but different. What is it that attracts us to them? There are crime novels, true crime novels, crime novels based on period actual historical events (thoughts on Mary Mary by James Patterson).
In Mary Mary the end comes quickly and one is left feeling a little empty by the whole experience.
The Formula seems simple. Always a case that is complex (ish) with a twist at the end, some sexual tension, detail that brings the characters to life, a family life, superficially good observation of people, the conflict between law enforcement agencies, attractive people, person dedicated to their job. Short chapters that that switch between the various characters that you know inevitable circle the plot like a vulture with the usual result.
Some kind of crime is inevitable given the genre; this one seems particularly light weight, the observation of the story tells are interesting but in the end the motives are passé.
This was interesting:
A woman’s Mother dies. At the funeral she meets a man that she is attracted to and immediately falls in love with, but does not get any person information a week later she murders her sister. Why?
Answer: in the hope that the man will show up to the funeral……… if this is you, then you are a psychopath.
Others read recently include:
- Devil in the White City by Erik Larson – greater suspense and depth, a good read.
- Every breath you take - Anne Rule - average
- In Cold Blood - Truman Capote - good (not great)
- The Last Juror by John Grisham - similar to Mary Mary isn't it John John
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