These Alex Cross books are truly remarkable. They are not only very good but also extremely exciting and violent. The plots are filled with intense action and thrilling moments that keep the reader on the edge of their seat. However, after reading several of these books in a row, I find myself ready for a change. I am now in the mood for a calmer book that will allow me to relax and unwind. I believe that taking a break from the high-octane world of Alex Cross will give me a chance to recharge and prepare for the next installment in the series. Once I have read a more peaceful book, I will be eager to return to the adventures of Alex Cross and see what new challenges and mysteries await him.
Very good but scary! I'm really enjoying the short chapters of a James Patterson book. His writing style is so engaging that it keeps me on the edge of my seat. The stories are filled with thrilling twists and turns that make it impossible to put the book down. Each chapter is like a little adventure, pulling me deeper and deeper into the narrative. I find myself constantly guessing what will happen next, and Patterson always manages to surprise me. It's both exciting and a bit nerve-wracking, but that's what makes his books so addictive. I can't wait to see how the story unfolds and what other scares and surprises are in store for me.
Indignation
Perhaps I should stop reading these bestsellers, thrillers, and detective stories, as they satisfy me less and less. I find that sometimes, as in this case, the stories are quite interesting in terms of basic conception and construction. However, from a more properly literary perspective, they prove to be lacking in a rather pitiful way.
The writing style is elementary, hasty, almost telegraphic. The dialogues are aseptic and banal. The descriptions are summary, characterized by lexical sparing and imaginative obviousness. The characters are stereotypical, explicitly modeled on the standards of the world of international show business and sports.
Here, moreover, the brevity and succession of chapters recall more the style of a film script than the logical and functional scanning of a literary work.
Sometimes one feels the desire to read something unengaged to pass the time without complications. However, when one thinks of all the worthy writers who are ignored, slandered, and (intentionally) forgotten, one cannot help but feel a profound indignation in the face of the excessive exaltation of authors and consumerist writings that are less than mediocre.
Surely the film adapted from this novel is better. Although it does not shine for originality, it takes advantage of the charismatic interpretation of Morgan Freeman and the charm of Ashley Judd. And, above all, it manages to temper in the action the more blatantly sentimental aspects of the book.