Yeah, OK, so Bones in Deja Dead: 10th Anniversary Edition (Temperance Brennan Novels) was a bit of an idiot. But no moreso than any male lead character who suddenly proclaims, "Now it's personal!" and goes into the jungle/dark house/loony bin/sex club by himself, without letting anyone know.
Of course, the main difference between the male and female lead characters is that female ones travel with a vagina on their person. (Hat tip to Elayne Boosler) Serial killers aside, I am hard pressed to imagine just how dumb a woman has to be to go into dangerous places alone. On the other hand (can you tell I'm Jewish?) I used to go into what were once bad neighborhoods to buy porn and go to sex clubs. Hm.
Nope. Still wouldn't go chasing after a serial killer.
Anyhoo, decided to give the series another chance. After all, Alex Delaware has been beaten up, kidnapped, tortured and shot at over his dozens of books, and I keep reading his adventures. But if she spends have the next book lurking around danger and hiding useful facts from police and other armed people who are supposed to be between her and bad guys, I might give up on it and continue to enjoy the TV show.
One thing that is odd, though, the first book was in Canada. I think the TV show would be even more interesting if it was set there, too. Ahh, well.
The wife picked up Mistress of the Art of Death, so I moved in on a new writer for me, Daniel Silva, and the book I chose is The Kill Artist. It's been a long time since I read an honest to goodness spy novel, and I am enjoying this one, despite some well worn tropes. Bitter former agent pulled back in because his nemesis is back? Check. Said nemesis responsible for the death of a relative of said bitter former agent? Check. Impossibly gorgeous model/spy/ex-lover involved in the case? Check.
In a way, it's pretty typical. But I am enjoying it anyway. I will most likely find more books by this guy.