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This book is a con. The stated murders are not what the book is about; they serve only to draw the reader in, then this horribly murdered family are forgotten. The characters are whiney; conversation is simple, petty and unfinished; communication is missing; there are many loose ends as the author decides to drop certain tangents to pick up others.
Not much in this story hangs together. The character are flat.
Skip this one if you can.
Whatever happened to a good old mystery? No sick sexual content, a good read that's not so disjointed, leaving me wondering what character the author is talking about. So discouraging. Give me Ian Rankin, Henning Mankell, DeMille So disliked I quit.
Suspenseful, somewhat grim, pretty interesting, but I'm moving away from this kind of book. I fast forwarded through some obvious-and-I-didn't-want-to-hear-it stuff in the large flashback section in the middle. The ending was interesting, but had its implausible components. It's also very long to listen to. Read the comments under the book version; there are more there.
The authors, Lars Kepler, tries to be Steig Larson but misses the mark. Chapters 1-70 languishes by repeating the same scene over and over again covering everyone's POV. You never feel like the book is moving along. You feel stuck. The characters portrayed in this book are human with their lack of communication and blameful whiny ways, but the author fails to give the redeeming side of the characters and therefore, the reader has no connection, compassion, or empathy for them. All the characters could have perished and I wouldn't have cared because the author stalls too long throughout the book that you never get attached to the characters. Usually, a good novel leaves me sad in the end that the book will be over soon. I felt the exact opposite near the end of the book. I couldn't wait for this book to end. Good riddance!