For a long time I had not read a Patricia Cornwell. I had indeed been very disappointed with two or three consecutive novels and I had dropped. It is with great hope that I have opened it hoping to regain the enthusiasm I had for the first books in the series .... quickly dashed hopes. The syndrome Mary Higgins Clark or Harlan Coben has struck again. Cornwell is indeed one of those writers who, having written a couple of very good books were crushed by the commercial machine, which press them like lemons. Obliged to provide one book a year, million oblige, the author makes each of his works the previous caricature, inspiration is long dead, and we are left with a vague idea of quickly sloppy plot. The book is so bland that I finally read it diagonally to a completely grotesque end. In short, I do have, we is not ready to take me there. The absolute stinker.
