Meh. Quite forgettable, honestly, but it was exactly what I needed after the emotional turmoil I went through following my previous read. I needed fluff; either a laugh out loud romantic comedy or a conventional, highly predictable "thriller", and really, I wasn't quite in the mood for romance. Anyway, this was "high-octane", overly dramatic, and very fast. I mean, I'm feeling generous, because this book really doesn't deserve two stars. But, sigh, circumstances.
I'm sure Patterson is a bestselling author for the same reason that John Grisham or Dan Brown is one. Okay, well, I don't know the reason, but I know it has to be the same. When I figure it out, I'll let you all know. So this book is supposed to be dark and gritty and action-packed, but truthfully, it was long and rambling and unnecessarily dramatic. No, really, I was a little put off by the prologue, but I trudged along because I'm a little trooper. I wasn't disappointed per se, because I was expecting...this, but sometimes, I would like these guys to try maybe just a little to surprise me. There is only one place I see Patterson actually try, and he fails quite badly at there as well. You see, he tries too hard to imitate the voice of a woman, which, he really can't. Maybe just stick to third person POV, yeah, buddy? That's bearable. The first person POV is not. It is quite insipid and irritating, in fact.
If you watch crime procedurals as much as I do, firstly, you need to stop, it is unhealthy, but secondly and more importantly, you'll be able to figure this out quite fast. Basically, there's a serial killer who likes killing newly-wed couples and pays special attention to the brides. Basically. The twists were bland and uninteresting, the "strong, female characters" were caricatures of any number of female cops, medical examiners, DAs, and crime reporters you would see on criminal procedurals. There's helluva lot of drama, and that made my head hurt. The romance is gratuitous, as is its unexpected end. Lindsay has way too many problems, way too much baggage, and why Patterson wants to make the poor woman suffer more, is beyond me.
If you want to read good fictional thrillers about serial killers, read The Alienist by Caleb Carr or the Inspector Thomas Lynley series by Elizabeth George. Look, I didn't read this book to trash it, truthfully. I knew what I was getting into, and I wanted it, not because I'm a masochist (which I am), but because I needed a palate cleanser. So I'm going to refrain from saying more. I mean, it served its purpose well, so all isn't lost. I don't recommend it unless you want to read something with the same level of detachment I did. Then, by all means, lose yourself in the book. Or maybe just lose the book. That would be a lot better for your health.