There is nothing I love more (except for vintage dresses, Girl Scout cookies, Essie nail polish, and estate sales, of course) than a poolside thriller of a novel. So, who better to author book number 2 of my summer reading list than James Patterson? Well, I don’t really know the answer to that question, because I had not previously read anything by James Patterson. But I must say I did enjoy this book, The Postcard Killers, a lot. I started it poolside, but it quickly became one of those sneak-out-and-read-at-work-when-your-boss-isn’t-looking type situations. Definitely fast paced.
So here’s the dish: washed up homicide detective begins obsessively tracking a string of European murders after his own daughter and son-in-law are killed while abroad. Appropriately, said detective is always one step behind, until a clue allows him to preempt the killers in Scandinavia. And the murderous couple is caught. In Chapter Threeish or Fourish.
So what’s the rest of the book about, you ask? Well, that’s the twist. The book is written from another point-of-view: that of the murderers. So during the entire story, you know exactly who is committing the crime, how they’re doing it, and you can kind of figure out why (read: they’re off their rockers). Upon capture, however, it appears that the people we know to be the murderers are not the murderers at all. So whodunnit? That is the question that’s sorted out throughout the rest of the novel.
Oh, and of course, whether or not handsome, forlorn detective finds love or not.
Which, according to my husband, is the best kind (as if he knows). One thing I definitely know is that this was a Jackson well spent (or whoever’s on the $5 bill). Sometimes unexpected splurges are the best!