Each September, I choose one of the many books my mother left behind and read it as a way to honor her. We shared a passion for reading but we didn’t always share the same tastes. But nevertheless, I plunge ahead and usually discover new joys that I might not otherwise have even tried.
This is the second novel in the Kay Scarpetta series featuring the Chief Medical Examiner of Virginia and her forays into solving crime cases. The plot revolves around a reclusive writer who has been found murdered and Kay’s subsequent forensic examinations which lead the police to a series of related murders all having something to do with the writer’s missing manuscript. Eventually, Kay, herself, gets sucked into the orbit and becomes a potential victim as well.
I’ve read one other book in this series but it was many years ago and I don’t remember much about it. But this time around, I was in the mood for a contemporary mystery so it fit the bill quite well. (I use the term “contemporary” loosely as this was published nearly 30 years ago, before the rise of cell phones and the prevalent use of the internet, which of course, makes for a different sort of sleuthing experience). I found the character of Kay Scarpetta to be an honest type of character, meaning that while she is extremely competent at many things, she’s not perfect and she makes mistakes just like the rest of us. Her police detective pal, Morino, is definitely a man of his time, displaying the prejudices of many people in the early 1990’s that are cringeworthy today. But once again, an honestly-drawn character. The mystery was nicely complex with an evolving plot and, of course, the pathology and ME terminology was educational and provocative.
I have several more of my mom’s Patricia Cornwell books still on my shelves and based on this experience, I’ll certainly be reading more of them.