Well, I finished Believing the Lie (Elizabeth George). What a huge disappointment! Not her finest work, by far.
Call me crazy, but I like my murder mysteries
to have, well, a murder. Ok, that's picking nits, and in fact the main storyline did actually have some intrigue even if the "mystery" ended up being something different. And I can perhaps forgive her for the ham-handed foreshadowing of the quicksand -- as soon as you hear it mentioned, you just know someone is going to die a horrible death.
But I have no patience at all for the idiot plot.
Not once, not twice, but three times we are expected to believe that people jump to massive miscommunication conclusions that would have been laughed out of a writers' meeting for Three's Company? Puleez.
Don't get me started on Deborah.
I do have sympathy for people who can't have children, and I understand how it can become an obsession, but we've had nearly 10 years of this now, and it's beyond a bore. And her behaviour in doggetly pursuing the case was just stupid. I expect that in a "cozy" mystery where amateurs go crazily off and put their lives in danger 3 times a chapter. I neither expect nor tolerate it in a police procedural by a formerly good writer.
And what's with this new trend on including sensationalist, shock-factor subplots that do little to advance the storyline? She did it in the previous book with the historical child-killer storyline, and this time with
She mocks the tabloids for their brand of journalism, but I don't see a lot of difference in what she's doing. I can understand it if it's part of the main story (like in What Came Before He Shot Her, or Well Schooled in Murder), but here it served no purpose.
Tim and his troubles.
About the only good things that came out of this book were
the ending of Lynley's relationship with Ardery (thank goodness!) ... and the promise of a great storyline in the next book centring on Barbara and Azhar. (I hope!)