More than anything, this booked skewed my views. Characters that should have angered me, that I should felt righteous indignation towards, were instead viewed as dangerously dashing protagonists who were doing right by themselves, their families and their loved ones. The characters that should have been applauded, who were just doing their jobs to keep the public safe, were instead vilified and set aside as incompetent, bumbling, misguided fools.
Let me start with Thomas Mullen’s writing. To say it was “evocative” wouldn’t be enough. It went beyond seeing his images in my head. It was more like I was there, driving down the dusty roads with Jason and Whit, staring at the hopelessness of those around Weston, stewing in close-quartered offices of the local police with Delaney. I know a good author is supposed to do that with their writing, but there was something more to Mullen’s style. It was descriptive, sure, but it was also...well, charming, for lack of a better term. And even that phrase is inadequate.
So let me move on to the characters. I didn’t expect to like Jason or Whit, to be honest. But, Mullen was able to transform my scorn into regard and wonder. The lure of the crime, despite the whole “it’s immoral and wrong” argument, dragged me further into the brothers’ world.
I fell for Jason. So calm, so smart, so suave and so strong. I felt less inclined towards Whit and Weston, but they do hold special places in my memory. I loved Darcy’s spunk, spontaneity, and grit. I became engrossed by their lives. I wanted them to succeed, I wanted them to survive, I wanted them to realize all their dreams, dammit! I was so invested in their story and well-being that by the time I hit “The Second Death of the Firefly Brothers”, my insides were screaming, “NOOOOOO!”
The only criticism I have is that there were a few predictable moments. Like from the beginning, you’re fairly certain of the identity of the snitch. Then, though Mullen did an excellent job of building up the suspense of just what happened the night of the Fireson’s first death, when it came to the “Ah-ha!” moment, it was just all too clear. Maybe it was designed to be that way, though. This reader spent the majority of the book creating, analyzing and dispensing with theories as to who “did ‘em in”, and yet I never managed to conjure up the truth...at least, not until it the exact moment that it was slowly dawning on the brothers. So, maybe I can live with that one.
There were so many thoughts that were in my head throughout the entire story. I loved the small nuggets of history that were thrown in to lend a bit of background and color. I enjoyed the background that Mullen created for each of the three main characters, as well. I fell into those side-stories, willing them to continue, and hoping it’d give insight into what would happen at the end.
I was continually thinking, “These guys are crazy!”; thinking, “They’re doomed!”; thinking, “They’re AWESOME!” And they really were. All the swagger of being on the wrong side of the law aside, Jason and Whit were truly, spectacularly, awesome.
Despite their flawed brotherly relationship, they managed to stick together, to grieve together. Jason showed he truly cared for Darcy, and Whit sometimes showed his feelings for Veronica. Throw in their feelings for their mother and Weston, and it made them whole.
Oh, and I must applaud the devious ending. I was wondering, as I was reading it, where Mullen was going with the doings of Darcy’s mind. In truth, I was frightened by the unhinged Darcy that was creeping out towards the end. The discussions in my mind went between shock that she was unraveling, to outrage at my shock. I had to remind myself that Darcy’s moods weren't so strange, especially after all she’d been through. I reminded myself that she had remained strong through it all, and that she was much stronger and smarter than I could ever hope to be (I’m mean to myself when I have these conversations...)
And then, the ending that wasn't quite closure, but still somehow felt final. I see now what he was doing, that sneaky author, and knowing that he was delivering a sort of “choose your own adventure” ending makes it all the more entertaining. For myself, I chose the only ending that would be worthy of the Fireson brothers, and I'm fairly certain that I picked the best ending.