Murder of Crows discussion

Let's list Agent Snow’s unique qualities. (view spoiler)[She’s ambidextrous (because she can dial a number with her left hand… how skillful), has heterochromia inside her heterochromatic eyes, has hyperthymesia, a certified genius with seven degrees in her mid to late twenties, she has auburn hair like no other, is synesthetic, and is like no other person ever in the world… well other than her half sister who is her exact copy of her. (hide spoiler)] A vast majority of those characteristics were told to the reader within the first twenty pages of the book and of course Agent Snow’s character brushed them off to say something along the lines of, “I’m not special,” just to get her boss to obsess over her more.

When I picked up this book, I thought it was a murder mystery with maybe a hint of romance (that I figured I could ignore). Boy did I misread the book skin. It’s a bad romance novel with sprinkles of terrible mystery paragraphs(view spoiler)[ and heaping handfuls of family drama of who’s related to who (hide spoiler)]. I couldn’t stand any of it. (view spoiler)[“He smelled of pine and male.” That line was used more than once in the book, and he was introduced as “Six Foot four, black hair, brown eyes, solid shoulders. Large boned hands, wide chest, rugged jaw. His shaggy hair curled beneath his ears, looking both uncared for and surprisingly appealing. The brown eyes had flecks of gold around the irises, and they held a world of experience. Some good and a lot bad. He had to be in his early thirties, but if she believed in her mother’s teachings, he’d be an old soul.” He also is dark and brooding and only speaks to her in gruffs sometimes but also he occasionally opens up to her which he doesn’t do for anyone else ever because he's the big scary guy that lives in the woods after experiencing so much loss in his life… (hide spoiler)] The “romance” overall was very juvenile and not so much of that tension that you would look for. I found myself rolling my eyes more times than I care to admit

As for the crime aspect of the book. It was nonexistent. Who lets some random lady work for the FBI? Not to mention her children who are twelve, fourteen, and sixteen! For the first hundred pages, the only investigation they did was walk up the mountain, look at the bodies from a distance and decide, “Yep, this was an intentional murder.” I figure that’s what murder means especially when you find ten bodies.