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Oof, this Early Reviewers book was a total miss for me. The narrator is both the town sheriff and the local Catholic priest, and he's in way over his head when a serial killer appears to set up shop in his rural Indiana town.
The book is pegged on its cover as "A Thriller," which can only have been
He is at least an equal-opportunity asshole, I'll give him that. Everyone from the local farmers, to the police officers on loan from neighboring departments to the mayor and the FBI come in for ridicule. To read Scott's rendition of rural Indiana is to wonder why anyone would ever want to live there. In the narrator's eagerness to spotlight the worst aspects and congenital quirks of what he clearly views as Hicksville USA, he spends most of an entire chapter explaining at laborious length what a tenderloin sandwich is, making fun of the people who eat it, and then admitting that it's tasty. Pick a lane, Sheriff Father Lancaster!
The only thing worse than the characterization is the plotting. None of it hangs together and there were so many unanswered questions, random red herrings that never get resolved, and unexpected revelations that don't jibe with anything that came earlier that I wondered if the book was a strange choose-your-own-adventure gone awry.
I'm already as bored writing this review as I was reading the book, so I'll wrap this up. There are couple of twists that I'm sure someone in the marketing department thought justified that "Thriller" label, but they came too late to redeem the book for me. I sincerely hope you never read this one, but if you have, there is just one of those unanswered questions that I'd love to have answered about the murderer and his crimes:
WHERE DID HE GET THE HORSE?!?!?!?
The book is pegged on its cover as "A Thriller," which can only have been
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an aspirational appellation added by someone who had not actually read the book. Often legitimate thrillers will effectively employ humor at strategic points to diffuse the building tension, but here we have Sheriff Father Lancaster making fun of everyone and everything around him, without any tension in sight to be diffused. It just comes off as mean-spirited and annoying. He is at least an equal-opportunity asshole, I'll give him that. Everyone from the local farmers, to the police officers on loan from neighboring departments to the mayor and the FBI come in for ridicule. To read Scott's rendition of rural Indiana is to wonder why anyone would ever want to live there. In the narrator's eagerness to spotlight the worst aspects and congenital quirks of what he clearly views as Hicksville USA, he spends most of an entire chapter explaining at laborious length what a tenderloin sandwich is, making fun of the people who eat it, and then admitting that it's tasty. Pick a lane, Sheriff Father Lancaster!
The only thing worse than the characterization is the plotting. None of it hangs together and there were so many unanswered questions, random red herrings that never get resolved, and unexpected revelations that don't jibe with anything that came earlier that I wondered if the book was a strange choose-your-own-adventure gone awry.
I'm already as bored writing this review as I was reading the book, so I'll wrap this up. There are couple of twists that I'm sure someone in the marketing department thought justified that "Thriller" label, but they came too late to redeem the book for me. I sincerely hope you never read this one, but if you have, there is just one of those unanswered questions that I'd love to have answered about the murderer and his crimes:
WHERE DID HE GET THE HORSE?!?!?!?
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Fiction. Literature. Mystery. Thriller. Father Solomon Lancaster�??the town's dry-witted sheriff and priest at the community Catholic church�??finds himself on the forefront of an investigation into a series of murders. Soon, he's fighting to match wits with the serial killer terrorizing his town while trying to justify his law-enforcement credentials to the FBI as their analysts and profilers take Crooked Creek, Indiana, by storm. But Father Solomon is hiding secrets of his own. Ones that threaten to rise to the surface as the murders continue and the investigation draws nearer to the truth. As the killer begins to escalate, Father Solomon finds that even the innocent have dark sides and trust might be the deadliest weapon o
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review posted at An American Bluestocking