When a new James Patterson novel hits the shelves, fans rush to buy or place their names on the local library wait list. I am one of those fans. Many of his past works can be considered some of the best crime fiction ever written. 8th Confession, however doesn't quite live up to his renown reputation. It felt hurridly thrown together, as if driven by a time deadline. Choppy dialogue, an uncompelling plot, and our usually lovable characters seeming a little out of sync, make this new novel unremarkable.
This is the eighth book involving the ever popular Women's Murder Club. In 8th Confession, detective Lindsey Boxer, coroner Dr. Claire Washburn, reporter Cindy Thomas, and A.D.A. Yuki Castellano return to solve the unrelated murders of an socialite couple, and an apparent homeless man.
While investigating Bagman's death, Cindy becomes personally involved with the plight of the homeless. It is only her passionate urging that keeps the case active.
Lindsey, on the other hand, is hot on the trail of a murderer who is targeting the rich and famous.
The girl's find plenty of romance, however. Well, maybe not Claire, who is very happily married. But even their hot sexual escapades seem a bit confusing.
Nothing in this book seems to hang together. I was almost relieved to read the last page. If your reading time is limited, this is one Patterson you might consider skipping. Hopefully he will put a little more time and effort into the next one. There is explicit sex and some gory crime details. On a scale of 1 to 10, I rate 8th Confession a 4.
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I hate it when good authors start getting sloppy! I've noticed that happening with Michael Crichton's later novels as well. An author's first novel is usually the best, in my experience.
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