The last novel I read this year was Tana French's mystery/police procedural In the Woods. I had stumbled across the book as I was searching, in light of my heritage, for some Irish or Scottish mysteries to read. French's book was a best seller, she won some awards for it, and it was available, so I gave it a read.
The book has a male narrator, one of the detectives, and two main crimes tied together through the narrator and some of the characters. And the earlier crime is linked to yet another crime.
To be honest, while the book is well-written, I was disappointed.
Some of the plot elements and characterizations didn't seem plausible, especially in connection with the narrator. Amnesia, seriously?
The more recent crime is solved, but in a less than satisfactory way. And of the earlier crimes one is solved, but nothing comes of it, and the main one of the earlier crimes is never solved.
But the worst part for me was the narrator. When I read a story I want to like and care about a character, particularly the main character. I simply did not like the narrator.
I don't feel inspired to read any more of her books.
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