A review by billymac1962
Every Dead Thing by John Connolly

2.0

This really hurts. My mother bought me this for my birthday, on a recommendation from a local bookstore here. I know she's going to feel badly if she reads this but I must maintain the integrity of my reviews by sticking with the Brutally Honest program. So here goes.

I have to rip Every Dead Thing. Ready? Sorry Mom. It's not your fault; you didn't write it, and I likely would have bought it myself.

On to the review: Those who read my review for Messiah know how I feel about blurbs that compare novels to Silence of the Lambs. This novel comes nowhere close, and the comparison to it by a San Francisco Examiner reviewer is an insult to Thomas Harris. It's also false advertising.
Can I sue for this???

Anyway....As I read through the first quarter of the novel it did have
promise of being a good serial killer novel, but there were just too many plots going on to be interesting. The novel is more of an organized crime novel than anything else, lots of thinly developed characters and A-Team shoot-em-ups (I hate shootouts and chases in novels. I read novels to get into the heads of the characters. If I want brainless action, I'll rent it at the video store).
And Connolly had a very annoying habit of describing the pants, top and shoes of every character in every scene they appeared. This alone drove me nuts. Hey, if you like organized crime plots, lots of action and cheap romance, pants, tops and shoes, Every Dead Thing is definitely for you. Now, I have to admit I did stick with it to the end so it did manage to hold some interest for me, regardless of the tone of this review.