Holy Ghost

An sad, ludicrous indictment of a "justice system" so ridiculously gynocentric it will make your stomach turn. I could only make it to about halfway through this slow, dripping-with-misandry-and-pretty-proud-of-it excuse for a book; after that, my disgust and outrage were at such levels I didn't know if I wanted to assault a female, a cop or both ... I settled for a refund, deletion of the utter waste of tablet storage, and a review. Needless to say, I WON'T be reading any more of this fish-happy trash.

What do a sighting of the Virgin Mary, a shooter, Legos. and more pot pies than anyone should have to eat have in common? Maybe nothing at all, but it's up to Virgil to find out. This 11th Virgil Flowers book is full of everything I've come to expect from Sandford. We get terrific characters, a fast-paced story with a few twists along the way, and a small town where almost everyone is a suspect. We don't get as much from the bad guy in this one, and what little we do get from that perspective doesn't give anything away. Instead, we're left as much in the dark as Virgil and company, trying to piece it all together as he listens to town gossip and throws out some red herrings to catch his killer. We also get a healthy dose of Jenkins and Shrake, two of my favorites from both the Prey series and this one. Anytime these two are in the mix, there's a guaranteed laugh or two coming. All in all, another winner from this author, and I'll be anxiously awaiting what's next for Virgil Flowers - from the way this one ended, he just might have his hands full.

I have truly have enjoyed all the 29 Prey novels and the Virgil Flowers novels as well. The characters are down-to-earth and seem like just everyday people. Once I start reading one of these books I have a hard time putting it down and then the next thing I know, I'm finished. Then I am wanting more.