Today I finished another novel whisked off the top of the Nanny Marj Memorial Pile of Books, A Faint Cold Fear by Karin Slaughter. Slaughter is an author I’ve always wanted to check out, just based on having the coolest name for a thriller writer ever.
This book seems to be one of a series with the same principle characters. They are all very easy to jump into and envision so I have to say she draws them quite well. And Slaughter gets all the bonus points for accomplishing something I’m finding rarer and rarer these days: writing flawed, complex characters that manage to not annoy the hell out of me. Not an easy feat. Usually when you get so-called “flawed” characters it’s really just an excuse for them to write characters that are annoying as shit or assholes that I can’t muster up any sympathy for, and I end up not really caring what happens to them. But here, the way they were all written was dark, but human and relateable enough that I maintained my interest in their stories.
If I have one complaint, it is that maybe the book ended up delving too far into the personal crises of the characters at the expense of the plot. I am a big fan of murder mysteries, whether on screen or on the page, and the way this one was set up was incredibly mysterious. I was intrigued as to how it would all be unraveled, and while it did have a standard shocking reveal (no spoilers), I ended up feeling a little underwhelmed by the resolution of the case. I guess partly because the mystery was so good it was hard for the solution to match it, but also because everyone’s personal lives took precedence and the question of whodunit became a secondary concern.
But that’s really my only gripe with a very well written thriller that kept me entertained and intrigued from cover to cover. My next move is go to through the crates to see if they contain any more Slaughter novels. Slaughter…seriously what a great name.