As most know Patterson's first career was on Madison Avenue. He grew up and practiced advertising when the notion of "mass market" ruled. In his early writing days, he produced enviable thrillers. He has become a factory. Co-authorships, masterclasses, and now something called "Bookshots". The latter is billed as a revolution in reading..."a whole new kind of book-100% story-driven, no fluff, always under $5, and written cowritten by James Patterson himself."
The description of these short efforts goes on, "At 150 pages or fewer, Bookshots can be read in a night, on a commute, even on your cell phone during breaks at work." This is not about authoring, publishing, or reading. It is about marketing and advertising. Content, character and story be damned. But I digress and, perhaps, betray some envy as a would-be writer :).
The three tales in this book are so familiar that they astound. Any attempt to review them will amount to instant spoiler alerts. If you haven't read similar plots you have seen the movie. We have a missing family mixed up with organized crime, a suburban call-girl ring, and a special forces Jason Bourne-type. All would have been better as comic books in that they are so simple and so basic.
Here are two examples of what to expect. "Maggie dressed for the weather and the restaurant..." That tells you absolutely nothing. Patterson and co-authors want us to do too much of the work. Like envisioning absolutely everything. These novellas are the equivalent of "See Jane run." How about, "The restaurant wasn't fancy, but threaded the line between upscale and casual well enough to attract the suburbanite crowd." It is 'fill-in-the-blanks' reading. The stories leave you completely unsatisfied, if not duped like the mass marketing of days of old.