So does quilting and cross-stitch and a whole bunch of other things I don't do, but knitting is my stress relief of choice right now. That's two more pairs of socks, each of them half done.
In addition to the knitting, I've been reading....
I'm a sucker for domestic thrillers lately and The Hand That Feeds You by A. J. Rich is just neat. The author isn't playing games here, hiding things from the reader to keep you turning pages. It's a complex, twisted story that keeps unfolding and we know everything as soon as the protagonist knows it herself. Morgan Prager returns to her apartment one afternoon to find her three dogs, all eager to greet her but soaked in blood. She checks each of them for injuries, fearing that her two recently adopted pit bulls have injured the Great Pyrenees she raised from a pup. As she realizes that her dogs are fine and that the blood came from her fiance, whose body she discovers on the bedroom floor, Morgan shifts from fearing for the safety or her beloved pets to fearing them. When Morgan tries to notify Bennett's parents, she discovers that everything she knew about the man was a fabrication, Morgan begins to realize that Bennett, who she met online while researching her projects on victim psychology was someone else entirely. He was using more than one name, engaged to more than one woman. Morgan, who is supposed to be an expert on sociopaths and their victims, can't figure out how she fell for him. The real monster may not have been one of her dogs, it may have been the man she planned to spend her life with.
I've read all of the Dexter books and the last one, Dexter's Final Cut left me hoping that it wasn't the end of the story. Dexter Is Dead is the end and is one of my least favorite books in the series. The story opens immediately after Dexter's Final Cut with Dexter in jail for a gruesome series of murders that he didn't commit. He's on his own except for his brother and I think that's why the book didn't work for me. I wanted to know what was going on with the other characters, but all I got was Dexter, deeply mired in a pity party as he tries to clear his name.
Swerve by Vicki Pettersson sounded so good, and it started out that way. Kristine's fiance is abducted from an isolated rest stop on the heat baked stretch of highway leading out of Las Vegas. After narrowly escaping the maniac herself, Kristine pursues him, drawn on by threatening text messages sent from her own phone to her fiance's. The book sucked me right in and then, about halfway through, that plot took a twist that spoiled it for me.
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