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A review by jlennidorner
The Snowman: Prequel to the Detective Quaid Mysteries by Yolanda Renée
5.0
I enjoyed reading this book, though I rarely crack the spine on Police Procedurals. There was a good amount of horror mixed in, and that's something I truly enjoy. The author puts the reader in the head of both the psycho serial killer and the detective. It's very dark, the motivation behind the violence is plausible, and it all feels realistic.
Here's a part I loved from Chapter XV (15) : In the mountains, south of Anchorage, the snow twirled in ghost-like dances. To Stone’s delight, Darla’s blood flowed like molasses in the deepening cold.
I was surprised the killer was okay with the nickname the news gave, given he'd picked out his own (Maestro of Death).
As it was my birthday this week, I got a kick out of this line:
“I’m thirty years old for Christ’s sake—I’m too old for birthday parties.”
I'll end this review with the scene from Chapter XVI (16) that put me (a Lenni-Lenape) over the top, and resulted in my giving this book the full five-star rating:
“Well if it isn’t our newest Eskimo detective, won a promotion because his skin is native brown,” John Maverick said slowly, enunciating each word. Steven’s hand fisted.
Steven accepted the gesture. “I’m Tlingit Indian, but I understand the confusion. Italian, French, or Irish, so hard to tell the difference.”
Here's a part I loved from Chapter XV (15) : In the mountains, south of Anchorage, the snow twirled in ghost-like dances. To Stone’s delight, Darla’s blood flowed like molasses in the deepening cold.
I was surprised the killer was okay with the nickname the news gave, given he'd picked out his own (Maestro of Death).
As it was my birthday this week, I got a kick out of this line:
“I’m thirty years old for Christ’s sake—I’m too old for birthday parties.”
I'll end this review with the scene from Chapter XVI (16) that put me (a Lenni-Lenape) over the top, and resulted in my giving this book the full five-star rating:
“Well if it isn’t our newest Eskimo detective, won a promotion because his skin is native brown,” John Maverick said slowly, enunciating each word. Steven’s hand fisted.
Steven accepted the gesture. “I’m Tlingit Indian, but I understand the confusion. Italian, French, or Irish, so hard to tell the difference.”