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Anything might affect one’s enjoyment. It does not matter if enhancing or detracting elements are personal, stylistic, general composites of good or bad, or overall quality. For example, unless it is a treatise on the protection of animals, I refute the excessively sad drama of creatures dying in stories in any way. Fiction is where authors can make up happy endings, at least for animals! In social justice or crime, where contents like Patricia Cornwell’s are already grim, for Pete’s sake; spare cats, dogs, horses, rodents, and birds. Numerous people agree with me about sparing animals on film and in ink and dock a star for this alone. Mr. Peanut, this protest is for you! You deserved a new home.
I got invested in this eleventh case, “The Last Precinct”, 2000, which nearly earned four stars. Kay never smiles or jokes enough for me to like her personality at a five star level and autopsy scenes are obviously awful. What tanked my ability to like this story was a stylistic complaint, committing two personal bugaboos. For the love of God, authors: spell direction words with “S”! It drives me batty if they are not spelled and pronounced: upwards, backwards, forwards, downwards, towards. Go figure, vocabulary we hate creeps up unceasingly. Patricia could have used “to” instead. In second place, I hate first person, present tense. That jarring tense rips readers out of the front row, distancing us. Past tense feels like we are watching scenes, or seated with the storyteller.
What was riveting and impressive, was Patricia weaving incidents into a secret too large to resolve in one book. I tire of her repellent criminals after a couple of stories but have hoped resurrecting a beloved personage is the payoff. Maureen Johnson is an authoress who extends mysteries exceptionally well.
I got invested in this eleventh case, “The Last Precinct”, 2000, which nearly earned four stars. Kay never smiles or jokes enough for me to like her personality at a five star level and autopsy scenes are obviously awful. What tanked my ability to like this story was a stylistic complaint, committing two personal bugaboos. For the love of God, authors: spell direction words with “S”! It drives me batty if they are not spelled and pronounced: upwards, backwards, forwards, downwards, towards. Go figure, vocabulary we hate creeps up unceasingly. Patricia could have used “to” instead. In second place, I hate first person, present tense. That jarring tense rips readers out of the front row, distancing us. Past tense feels like we are watching scenes, or seated with the storyteller.
What was riveting and impressive, was Patricia weaving incidents into a secret too large to resolve in one book. I tire of her repellent criminals after a couple of stories but have hoped resurrecting a beloved personage is the payoff. Maureen Johnson is an authoress who extends mysteries exceptionally well.