by Jay Bonansinga
‘Ulysses Grove’ series Book #4
A slashed female corpse … a footprint, a tire track … a trail of blood in a crowded shopping mall. Even the most jaded cops are horrified by the carnage. But to seasoned FBI profiler Ulysses Grove, the evidence spells out a much more personal message – a threat that speaks to Grove alone…
He chooses his victims with care. He plans their murders with painstaking precision; he studies the most notorious slayers. He’s gone to extremes to achieve his goals – committed to fulfilling his destiny as history’s greatest serial killer…
With precious lives at stake, at his very soul on the line, Grove throws himself into the chase – and into a trap from which there’s no escape…
Review: Synopsis promises excitement – author failed to deliver.
Anyone who’s read my more recent reviews usually get a brief rundown of what I read, what I liked and disliked. With this one, I’m sorry, but I’m not wasting my time.
The synopsis had my attention, I figured this one was right down my alley. How misleading! The prologue and first couple of chapters had my attention. From then on, I had to force myself to read this book. For me, that’s not good – not good at all. I felt absolutely nothing for the characters: not for Ulysses, or his wife Maura, nor anyone else. One dimensional, no depth, no personality. The only one I actually liked was their toddler! The plot was ridiculous, unlikely and far-fetched.
One Amazon.com reviewer wrote: “Bonansinga’s protagonist is a ludicrous cross between Jesus Christ (think immaculate conception — no, really,) Sherlock Holmes and an African-American Batman. Sort of like an Anne Rice character, without the benefit of imagination, plot device and literary skill. And I use those terms loosely.” – Thank you, Anonyme from Oregon, I couldn’t have said it any better myself.
I had to wonder if perhaps I’d have liked the book more if I’d read the others in the series. All their synopsis’ sound good, but seeing as I really didn’t like the characters, nor the plot, in this one, I highly doubt I’ll go out of my way to get a copy. If it’s passed to me, that’s still a huge maybe.
And the ending… good grief! How anyone, let alone the main character, could have survived that is anyone’s guess – it was that far-fetched. Understandable how his mind wasn’t intact after that – but for his wife and kid to walk into the room and suddenly remember who he is… honestly, Mr. Bonansinga, did you really think we’d be able to swallow it?
If his characters had been more believable, if there’s been more mystery to the plot, and if he’d left out the spiritual/paranormal mumbo jumbo (didn’t believe any of it for a second, not even a nano-second,) maybe, just maybe, I’d be more inclined to read some of his other work. As it stand: No.