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The Guests on South Battery
by Karen White
The Tradd Street books are secret pleasures of mine. Lately, though, they've been less pleasurable than earlier installments.
This fifth book in the series felt particularly irritating to me. Melanie is more insecure and OCD than ever and rather than calling her out on her behavior, most of the characters tiptoe around her. Or kiss her into submission. Or make passive-aggressive veiled remarks concerning her waistline.
Occasionally she'll be reprimanded (as if she were ten years old) about her lack of communication or her unwillingness to face things head on. The annoying thing is that most of the people who chastise her are actually doing the same things- there is a lot of ridiculous secret keeping and miscommunication going on in this novel. (Caution: you may experience some involuntary eye-rolling.)
The special "twist" in this installment had a strong soap opera feel to it. And I see the result (which I won't spoil here) just setting up Melanie for more angst-ridden insecurity for the future. Maybe I'll just skip the next volume.
No I won't. No matter how crazy Melanie drives me, I'm going to have to read the next one. I can't stop reading these things, no matter how ridiculous the plot and in spite of the high number of skeletal remains found at one residence. (Seriously, the house on Tradd Street is like a beacon to all murderers in Charleston- "put your dead bodies here!" And I'll keep reading about them like the book junkie I am.)
This fifth book in the series felt particularly irritating to me. Melanie is more insecure and OCD than ever and rather than calling her out on her behavior, most of the characters tiptoe around her. Or kiss her into submission. Or make passive-aggressive veiled remarks concerning her waistline.
Occasionally she'll be reprimanded (as if she were ten years old) about her lack of communication or her unwillingness to face things head on. The annoying thing is that most of the people who chastise her are actually doing the same things- there is a lot of ridiculous secret keeping and miscommunication going on in this novel. (Caution: you may experience some involuntary eye-rolling.)
The special "twist" in this installment had a strong soap opera feel to it. And I see the result (which I won't spoil here) just setting up Melanie for more angst-ridden insecurity for the future. Maybe I'll just skip the next volume.
No I won't. No matter how crazy Melanie drives me, I'm going to have to read the next one. I can't stop reading these things, no matter how ridiculous the plot and in spite of the high number of skeletal remains found at one residence. (Seriously, the house on Tradd Street is like a beacon to all murderers in Charleston- "put your dead bodies here!" And I'll keep reading about them like the book junkie I am.)