Perhaps you will remember my unfortunate run-in with J.A. Konrath’s “optimized-for-ereaders (but not YOUR ereader!)” Banana Hammock a few weeks ago. Well, I didn’t let that one unfortunate incident deter me. Oh no! I went back to the catalogue of real books for real people and checked out Whiskey Sour, the first book in Konrath’s Jacqueline “Jack” Daniels series.
Jack Daniels is a cop in Chicago. Jack Daniels has an admirer. And it’s not her newly-departed ex-boyfriend. Jack’s admirer calls himself “The Gingerbread Man,” and what he does to women belies any tender memories evoked by his name. And he wants Jack to find him, even though he is reasonably certain that she can’t. (What is it about psychopaths? Why do they think that no one will ever find out who they are?)
To top it off, as though a break-up and a serial killer aren’t enough for one week, the FBI profilers have arrived. And they are looking for someone with whom to share their wisdom!
I can tell you right now that I am going to read more books in this series. It has all the things I love best – truly horrifying crimes (think “Criminal Minds”), a spunky female detective who is all-too-human (think “Anne of Green Gables” with a whiskey habit and a sidearm), and good humour to balance it all (think “Big Bang Theory” or “The Office,” whichever you find funnier).
And speaking of series, I haven’t done an update for awhile. I have stacks of Northern European trauma waiting for me though! (Camilla Läckberg and Jo Nesbø, particularly.) Now that the weather is warming up, it might be time to venture back into the frigid darkness…