My Review 3.4 STARS***
I discovered a rare talent when I stumbled across THE BODY READER awhile back. I subsequently read the author's trilogy of books featuring the unforgettable and haunting heroine of Detective Jude Fontaine. I subsequently purchased her Ellie Sandburg series, but have yet to read any of them.
The remarkably versatile Frazier has demonstrated her writing talent across several genres and also has published works under the pseudonym (Theresa Weir). I decided to try a few of her earlier works and chose HUSH and SLEEP TIGHT. HUSH may have been her debut novel (writing as Anne Frasier) in 2002 and then SLEEP TIGHT was subsequently released in 2003. However, it would seem that she has been a novelist since the '80s as Theresa Weir, and has enjoyed considerable professional success.
Anyway, let's just say that I intend to read many more of her works, at least in the mystery, psychological suspense, and crime fiction categories. That said, I wasn't all that impressed by SLEEP TIGHT (2003). The story line was in large part the hunt for a serial killer who preferred young blondes and had a penchant for enucleating the eyes of his unfortunate victims. The killer additionally opted to try his hand as a gifted propagator of plants ostensibly to see if it would work with dead girls. The author permitted glimpses of the serial killer by occasional chapters from his POV. There were subplots in this novel which were more interesting to me than the main plot, namely the unresolved conflict between the two sisters (FBI Agent Mary Cantrell and Minnesota State Cop Gillian), and of course the inexplicably complicated partnership between the cold, compartmentalized Cantrell and her handsome partner FBI Agent Anthony Spence. Most of all, though, Mary's return to her home town was the catalyst for the discovery of the truth about a tragic murder in the past that had been closed by convicting an innocent man. There was a lot to like about this book. Frasier's writing style is very good.
The serial killer was not previously introduced in the book and that was a little annoying since there were some hints that it could have been a couple of the peripheral players. More importantly, the killer was emotionally stunted, delusional, and clearly psychotic. I felt that he was pathetic and pitiable despite his horrific deeds. The perpetrator of several kidnappings and killings was clearly not very intelligent, and yet he was well read and a talented propagator of flowers. But beyond the fact that I didn't much care for the characterization of the book's main villain, I found myself wanting to slap Gillian in the face on multiple occasions. I know that she was just a state cop, but her interactions with the killer were so stupid that it became just plain baffling after a time.
This novel was an entertaining but forgettable reading experience, certainly not on the same playing field as the Jude Fontaine series of books.