Depraved Heart - Patricia Cornwell
Read any Scarpetta novels lately? Well, I have—but I haven’t bought one in years, and don’t intend to buy any in the future. In fact, I’m not even sure I want to read another one, because… well, because they just keep getting worse and worse. I did read the latest one, Depraved Heart, however; and I’m here to warn you not to bother.
“Why?” you might ask. Well, mainly because it was lousy. No, it was worse than lousy: it was an overblown and bloated complaint that, frankly, says a lot more about author Patricia Cornwell’s mindset than it does about her writing skills. While her two most recent volumes (Flesh and Blood and Dust at least featured some fairly interesting forensic investigations, the 23rd installment in the Scarpetta series devolves into nothing but a 466-page rant about the FBI. At the risk of getting distracted by the tabloid descriptions of Scarpetta’s messy personal life circa the mid-1990s, we have to ask, “What is your problem with the FBI, Patricia?”
