What Lies Below by Barbara Taylor Sissel is a mystery novel, a suspense novel, and a romance novel all rolled into one. Gilly O’Connell is a broken woman. She sees things other people can’t and it’s caused her unending heartbreak her entire life. She’s lost friends, family, and even her husband and child. Yet she can’t stop her dreams and must deal with the consequences that come with visions of events she is powerless to stop.
I read mysteries (a lot) and so very little in this book came as a shock to me. There was maybe one “WHOA!” moment in the entire book. However, that didn’t ruin it for me. The characters could have been fleshed out a bit more, and there were times that I thought characters could have asked more questions or probed deeper in a particular situation. Some of the chapters didn’t flow as smoothly into one another but it didn’t detract from the story. Finally, we all know that I hate the tidy bow at the end of a story and this one wrapped up just a little too cleanly for my tastes.
Overall, the book was a good read. It was quick and intriguing and I’d highly recommend it to any fan of mystery/suspense with a little bit of romance thrown in for good measure.
*I received an advanced electronic copy of this book courtesy of NetGalley.*
I’ve been reading the Pendergast series since Relic and I’ve got to be honest: this is probably the worst Pendergast novel I’ve had the displeasure to read. The story tries too hard to be suspenseful. Now, long time readers of the series know that Preston and Child have no qualms regarding the murders of favorite characters, but it is obvious that no mortal harm can ever befall the much beloved Pendergast–he’s their meal ticket!
Blue Labyrinth started off with a bang. A personal enemy of FBI Special Agent Aloysius Pendergast arrives on the doorstep of 891 Riverside Drive. There’s only one problem…he’s dead! Sadly, things are all downhill from there. The plot is overly predictable. Safe codes are easily cracked, weapons are conveniently located, and (view spoiler)[the obscure antidote to a one-of-a-kind poison (that happens to be about 250-years-old) is nearly lying out in the open (hide spoiler)]. It was just stale.
My biggest issue with the whole thing is Constance. For a long time she’s been one of my favorites. This time though, she goes batshit crazy and I don’t even know what the authors were trying to do with her. That “you’re the other half of my heart…” BS? No. Just no. So much nope. Not only did she get stupidly sentimental but she brought acid to a gun battle. It was awkward and forced. Preston and Child just need to stick to gory thriller and leave the romance to Jude Deveraux.
If this were anything but a Pendergast novel, I would have dropped it like the hotmess it was. However, Doug and Linc continue to drop in little tidbits about the mystical beast that is Pendergast which only serves to make me fan-girl even more. Needless to say, no matter how ugly the trainwreck, I’ll keep reading as long as Pendergast is around.