“Why would a just God allow this to happen? Was it all part of an evolutionary clockwork that God allowed to work through itself, unguided, an enormous experiment of some kind, for good reasons that humans couldn’t perceive?”
Class reunions: a time for memories—good, bad, and, as Virgil Flowers is about to find out, deadly—in this New York Times bestselling thriller from John Sandford.
Virgil knows the town of Trippton, Minnesota, a little too well. A few years back, he investigated the corrupt—and as it turned out, homicidal—local school board, and now the town’s back in view with more alarming news: A woman’s been found dead, frozen in a block of ice.
There’s a possibility that it might be connected to a high school class of twenty-five years ago that has a mid-winter reunion coming up, and so, wrapping his coat a little tighter, Virgil begins to dig into twenty years’ worth of traumas, feuds, and bad blood. In the process, one thing becomes increasingly clear to him.
It’s true what they say: High school is murder.
This is a classic who-dunnit story. What really blew it for me and make it unreadable was the fact that in the first few chapter you witness both the murder and find out who the murderer is without too much of a hassle. This book does not allow you to think for yourself, but instead takes you on this dreary road of memories and investigative process which leaves you bored and looking for something else to read. Don’t get me wrong, many people absolutely loved this book and it has a high rating. But spoiling the mystery is a no-no for me.
“David Birkmann? I can’t believe it. It’s like saying a duck did it.”
There is also a side plot about someone who is turning Barbie and Ken dolls into sex toys. I was not amused. If I were Mattel I’d sue Sanford for defiling Ken and Barbie in such a stupid inane way. I thought opioids were what kept these small impoverished towns going, not dolls?
Eh, boring and not worth reading. 1/5