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Just wasted a good chunk of the last few days listening to The Detective's Daughter, by Lesley Thomson. What a disappointment! This sounded exactly like my cup of tea--after a police detective's death, his daughter delves into a thirty-year-old cold case he had failed to solve: the murder of a young mother out for a walk with her four-year-old son.
But, omigosh, if there's an award for boring, this book surely deserves to be a prime contender. Hour after hour after hour for more than sixteen hours, I forced myself to keep listening, thinking that perhaps it was time to abandon my stance against abandoning books without finishing them. But I stayed with it. And it never did get un-boring.
It would have been helped immensely by some ruthless cutting; spending less time with unlikable characters (all of them) could only have been a plus. And if there were supposed to be surprises along the way, they were duds, telegraphed way ahead of time and obvious to anyone who's ever read this type of book.
So disappointing! It's the first in a series, and the subsequent books all have intriguing blurbs too, but are likewise lengthy, and I am not going to be drawn into another snore-fest. Yuck!
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