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A. It was one of the few available at our community library, which permits check-outs on the honor system. Since we were driving away from home for six weeks, I needed something that would not have a due date, and this was it.
Q. What did you think?
A. It really wasn't that good. It was like the author imagined, "Okay, now I work as a freelance magazine journalist, writing about celebrity crimes. Now how can I write a real thriller-mystery story that people will want to buy (even if they don't read it)."
Q. So what's wrong with that scenario?
A. You could smell the contrivance, that's what. Sure, all novelists, including mystery writers, are contriving plots, but if they are good, you can't smell them coming. This one reeked of contrivance. To top it off, the author throws in what I thought was a colossally contrived love affair between the protagonist, Bailey, and a photographer she meets in passing. It's love at first sight. Yeah, right.
Q. Hey, it happens.
A. I guess, but it just smells contrived. Her name bugs me, too, Bailey. Why is it that after about 1980 everyone started naming their kids with last names? Why can't they be just regular Susans or Claudias or Marys even? Why can't they name their kids just plain Jane? Too last year?
Q. Yes, of course, it's a new style, a fad, and it's still going on today, 2012.
A. It stinks. I'll be glad when the fad is over, but by then they'll be scratching their graffiti on my burial urn, I suppose. By the way, what's your first name?
Q. O'Connor.
A. Oh, sorry, I guess I got a little carried away.
Q. So you don't recommend this book, audio or otherwise?
A. No, but I'm a male. I never get into female leads that much. Women may identify more with Bailey. As for me, if I ever meet Bailey or anyone resembling her, I'll know to turn and run right away. They'll kill you.