Review: Red Mist, by Patricia Cornwell

The Kay Scarpetta series is my guilty pleasure. My book candy. It has no seriously redeeming value, but I have always enjoyed the characters. As it seems to be with all series, the first books were the best, and her 2010 release left much to be desired, so I was a little apprehensive about the newest book, Red Mist, which came out on Tuesday. Actually, though, this newest additon to the series was a return to many of the things I loved in her earlier books. Scarpetta is in South Carolina for this one, looking further into the death of her deputy chief Fielding. There is plenty in this episode that harks back to the previous one, but our old Scarpetta is back—clear thinking and organized. All our usual characters are here as well, and we get our triumphant ending. There are some slow parts, and the book seems to take a while to get started, but Cornwell's writing is familiar once again, and the story is enjoyable.

Book 49 on my way to 52.

Review: The House I loved, by Tatiana de Rosnay

This is the first preview book I've read that I truly didn't enjoy. I didn't care for de Rosnay's writing in Sarah's Key, and this was far less sophisticated. Rose has spent all of her married life in the home on rue Childebert, and though Napoleon’s Prefect now plans to tear the neighborhood down in the name of progress, she is unwilling to part with it. While she doggedly awaits the impending destruction she writes letters to her beloved late husband, sharing memories from their past, both good and bad, and building up to a final confession that she has kept as her secret for thirty years. Set in nineteenth century Paris during the Haussmann reconstructions of the Second Empire, this story is as much about that iconic city and its legacy as it is about the strength of its citizens. Those who enjoyed Sarah’s Key will recognize de Rosnay’s love for France and trend toward poignancy and tenacity in her characters, but this newest novel is more one dimensional than her earlier work. Told entirely through letters, the story tends to feel choppy and forced, and events are not related in chronological order, leaving the tale disrupted and at times hard to follow.

Book 49 on my way to 52.