"it was one thing to see the good in people; it was entirely another to be ignorant about who they were once they showed you."
This books marks me end with the Finlay Donovan stories. It was truly bad and all the characters' quirks that were at least somewhat charming or shrugged off previously now became glaring headlights pointed straight at me, burning my retinas.
Now indebted to a mob boss, Feliks Zhirov, Finlay must find a contract killer (and actual assassin, not an idiot stumbling deeper and deeper into a world she has no business even thinking about, like her) for him before it's too late.
Everyone she knows keeps being pulled into her shenanigans anf the plots just keep getting more and more convoluted and unbelievable. I get that it's a sort of fantastical setting where a suburban mom and a sloppy, mediocre writer of bad books could get involved in crime but this is just too mucch. Definitely more infuriating than enjoyable.
I pushed through this one because I'd bought the book and wasting money is not an option. But no more FD for me. I don't know what the author is thinking and how many she is planning to write - and why the readers keep gobbling this up? Maybe if you read it a chapter (at most) at a time over a longer period so you get fuzzy on the details of what previously happened - maybe then it's enjoyable? Who knows.
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