So the love-hate relationship with Robert B. Parker
continues. This one's a Sunny Randall, whom I cannot help but
view (careful descriptions of clothes, makeup, etc.
notwithstanding) as a bit of a Spenser clone in female garb.
The subplots include readable if not especially engrossing
depictions of the protag's psychological quandaries (daddy,
mother, ex-husband) with regular appearances by the
ubiquitous and amazingly perfect-in-every-detail Susan
Silverman to Straighten It All Out For Us. (pause to
gag)
That said: There's an (at least to me) interesting twist-let
on the serial killer bit (with a villain whose ick-factor is
right up there) and the usual amusing wisecracks, which for
my kind of simple-brain makes up for a lot. For me, Parker's
books are fly-throughs, and a month from now I probably won't
remember a whole lot about this one, but it was, for me, a
competently done and reasonably entertaining time.
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