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Fiction. Mystery. Suspense. Thriller. HTML:Don't miss this �??sexy, bloody thriller"(Publishers Weekly) in #1 New York Times bestselling author John Sandford's Prey series... The first body is of a young woman, found on a Minneapolis riverbank, her throat cut, her body scourged and put on display. Whoever did this, Lucas Davenport knows, is pushed by brain chemistry. There is something wrong with him. This isn�??t a bad love affair. The second body is found three weeks later, in a farmhouse six miles south. Same condition, same display�??except this time it is a man. Nothing to link the two victims, nothing to indicate that the killings end here. �??This guy�?��?� Lucas said. He took a deep breath, let it out as a sigh. �??This guy is going to bust our chops.�?� And soon he is going to do far, far… (more)
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Sandford's series is still good fun, though, and he's done his loyal readers a favor by shipping all of Davenport's domestic encumberances off on an extended overseas journey.
Thankfully Weather and the brats are shipped out of the country for this one. I think Sandford knows how much they weaken Davenport, but now that he’s created them he’s shy of killing them off. Doing so would probably kill Davenport anyway, so it’s a compromise to move them physically apart from each other. It worked in Naked Prey, too.
In this one, Sloan seems to be the one suffering the most. Back a few books, we had Davenport in the grips of clinical depression and now Sloan seems to be following. He keeps telling Lucas that he is going to quit. Lucas doesn’t want him to, but is encouraged by others to encourage Sloan in this plan; to buy a bar and get out of the crime business.
This one has a lot of detective work as usual. There are red herrings and a lot of violence which is also normal. The solution is implausible, which is not always the case with Sandford, but hell, this is fiction. What we want is compelling and readable and that's just what we get.
work. His writings are always top-notch, his characters are developed to the extent necessary while the plots are carefully maintained & pitched. John Sandford/John Camp is nothing less then a skillfill author.
I love this series and have just gone through a rereading binge of them. This is one of the better ones in terms of mysteries, its the one that ends up in the mental institution and has the riff of Lucas chosing the top 100 rock songs of all times, and all the cops opinions of it. I liked this one, it's a reread and a keeper. A
Do your homework next time, John Sandford.
Eventually, though very slowly, the book starts to redeem itself. But the characters are rather flat. I guess I'm spoiled on Jeffery Deaver's incredibly complex characters.
Not a terrible book, and I'm sure many people love it, but it's just not my cup of tea.
Davenport is called by Sloan to a grisly murder scene where the victim had been severely tortured, killed and left on display, almost in her backyard. Sloan's initial reaction was "he's going to do it again". How do you find a guy who leaves no evidence and seems to be able to magically disappear?
It did not work for me. I don't have the stomach for too much gore, and an abundance of profanity does annoy me.
I keep the book
In Broken Prey, another in the Lucas Davenport series, the cop who has millions from designing a computer game but just loves to go after bad guys in his Porsche, there is another portrayal of crime in its most excruciating detail. Is it really necessary that we must participate in the sordid details of the butchery of victims? Frankly, it turns me off and makes me wonder about Mr. Sandford and perhaps those who enjoy reading that stuff. What ever happened to the imagination which can be gory enough.
OK, now that I have that off my chest, the Prey series still remains pretty decent in its investigatory plots if wildly unrealistic. Talk to any cop and see if any of them recognize themselves in these stories. Never happen. Tearing around town in a luxury car and truck and rarely doing any paperwork. The Lone Wolf as superhero while pretending to be sensitive in his girlfriend relationships, one of whom is a nun-psychologist for God’s sake. Hmm, slipped back on my chest, didn’t I.
I’m almost embarrassed to admit I enjoy listening to these books especially when read by Richard Ferrone. They do make satisfying listening while mowing or driving (as long as my wife or anyone under 21 isn’t around.)
I hadn't realized until I was probably 50 pages into this one that I'd read it before. Luckily (and predictably), it was well worth
That's my allotment of adverbs for today.