Witness In Death (In Death #10) by J. D. Robb

It’s weird, I feel like this should have been a more powerful story for me. All the plot points are there, plus it’s set in The Theatre, so this is exactly the kind of mystery I should love.

But there was something about it that was a little too overwrought, IMO. The killer’s little asides, in the form of a journal of some sort, felt jarringly out of character and not at all in step with the tragedy of the thing. And I really wanted to feel for Eve and for how this hit home and all that but… Idk, maybe if I hadn’t read it immediately after the self-pitying Conspiracy, if I’d had the sheer thriller of Loyalty as a buffer, maybe I would have liked this better. There’s a lot to be said for reading series fiction in order, after all.

Which makes the fact that I won’t have time to read more of this series before the latest comes out for review a greater pity. I rather like the sly subversiveness of the male-female relationships in re: physical attractiveness, and even if the initial coming togethers of the characters are the corniest things ever, the growth of the relationships afterwards are interesting to watch.

So many books, so little time! Would that my younger self had had this richness.