A review by annettebooksofhopeanddreams
Capturing the Devil by Kerri Maniscalco

5.0

Capturing the Devil was my most anticipated read of the year. But, I was also very nervous to finally read the book. Partly because of the mixed reviews I encountered, partly because Escaping from Houdini didn't have the same effect on me as the first two books in the series. I totally knew this book could be two things: Everything I wanted it to be OR a huge disappointment.

And luckily I discovered quite soon that this book was everything I had hoped it would be. I totally understand why the book is not everyone's cup of tea. The first 250 pages are mostly about Thomas and Audrey and relationship drama. There are small hints of a mystery being present, but it's not front and center.

But, to me those books never have been crime novels. I always tell people if they start this series to not read them as whodunnits. Its strength isn't in the unexpected turns and twists and catching the killer is not as challenging as you'd want a whodunnit to be. It's about the characters and it's mostly about Audrey Rose. It's about her personality and character growth, it's about her finding her way in the world, it's about her relationship with her family and friends, it's about her love for Thomas.

What I wanted in this book was loads of Thomas and Audrey, bantering, loving each other, kissing and solving a murder case together. Because it was exactly the lack of Thomas/Audrey interaction in the previous book that made me feel a little disappointed. Well, this book totally made up for it. Apart from a few chapters, Thomas and Audrey are rarely apart and even though there are loads of technicalities, plot-wise and whatever, that could have been and done better, I've decided not to care.

While reading Stalking Jack the Ripper I fell in love with Audrey Rose (I really hope I am and will be a lot like her) and Thomas Cresswell and while reading the last pages and realising I had to say goodbye to them, I discovered that I am gonna miss them terribly.

Who cares about the technicalities of a story when you've grown so attached to characters that saying goodbye became a reason to choke up and cry?

Well, certainly not me.