Due to a conspiracy of postal workers, I'm still stuck with Cornwell. As usual, the relationship between KS and BW happened between this book and the last and now she's sick of him. While there seem more general personal/private moments, they are of the empty variety. She even adds a bloody recipy at one point. The true disappointment though is that Val McDermid's praise is on the cover - Cornwell not only doesn't marry cutting edge science with old fashioned horror, she makes what is genuinely tragic seem boring. Of course McDermid must (have) genuinely admire(d) her, but characters standing up to abusive fathers or getting AIDS in crime novels is not that extraordinary to say Wilson copied it, and the review still grates. 150 quick pointless pages in, we have the usual conniving upstart who can't be touched, the usual plane journeys to visit a guy with a microscope, the usual M=fate + L=skinnylovely + B=imposing blablabla.
Despite all that, perhaps due to not expecting anything anymore, the first half was a fast read, but then her thin excuse of a "plot" again fades behind pointless chapters on wonderful military achievements - the worst of that was of course Potter's Field and Body Farm especially, two fascinating RL areas she (ab)used for titles and at a flimsy, illogical pretext for her "plots". Not only would I prefer to read the textbooks than what she filters through from her research, she also keeps explaining how one can "mail" photos after "scanning" them in a book published in 1997, adding to the weird mix of condescencion and Crichtonesque info dump.
Worst of course is the good Doctor, who goes in unprotected to a body she was told had surely smallpox, and when other people are shot for violating quarantine, she's travelling blithly around, angry that Marino is scared of getting a lethal disease from her - I'm actually too angry to point out all the idiocies about when and how who and what is protected or not. Least of all I care about her second ultra-sensationalist plot though - atom bomb last time, plague this time, she'll run out of James Bond threats soon - this writer is so beyond the pale I'm only glad there's nothing to like.
Oh, I liked that KS went and for once helped the wrongfully arrested gay guy - except it was utter overcompensation for the times she did nothing, esp. when it concerned her own employees, and Cornwell's gay men (only/always) weep, and whenever she brings someone soup, they DIE. The criminal is as usual someone we never go to know but KS knew for ages *yawn* and KS's criminally insane stupidity was ok because she knows best that she wasn't rilly sick.
The absolute low/high point was the end though. After the - never shown, seen or described - time she spent with BW, she couldn't stand him and he wanted to marry her. Somehow the death of the ever absent Mark (that also happened somewhere between books and cropped up as an aside) is now the big stumbling block she never got over. He was the love of her life? So she has to fly back to the UK again - she might one day well fly to the bloody moon to get a better look at the outline of the USA, if she keeps that up, but anyway - there she makes a scene until the smart FBI guy caves in and confesses Mark had had a woman with him, so she tells BW that she loves him, the end.
PS: The only love here is of course for Lucy, who isn't only the smartest, strongest, most beautiful young goddess alive, but in this book there is actually a scene where they nearly land in bed together and KS thinks that she's not Lucy's girlfriend.