Patricia Cornwell's novels of big-city police have taken this classic genre to a new level. Now, with this #1 New York Times bestselling novel, she outdoes herself, with a wry tale of life and turmoil behind the blue wall.
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1 . no heads, no tails
Posted September 19, 2009 by Turtlebugs3 , eustisI really don't know what this book is all about. It is not the Patricia Cornwell books we are used to. I got 1/3 through it before I finally gave up. No plot, no story. no sense. You were thrown from one weird story to another and they were not coming together. Terrible, terrible. What were you thinking Patricia Cornwell??
July 20, 2003
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Excerpt from Isle of Dogs by Patricia Cornwell
Unique First fit her name like a glove, or at least this
was how her mother always put it. Unique came first
and was one of a kind. There was no one else like
her ' and this was a damn good thing, to quote her
father, Dr. Ulysses First, who had never understood what genetic
malignancy blighted his only child.
Unique was a petite eighteen-year-old with long, shimmering
hair that was as black as ebony, and her skin was translucent
like milk glass, her lips full and pink. She believed that
her pale blue eyes could mesmerize whoever looked into them
and that by casting as little as a glance at someone she could
bend that person ' s mind to fit her Purpose. Unique could
haunt someone for weeks, building up unbearable anticipation
until the final act, which was a necessary and frenzied release,
usually followed by a blackout.
' Hey, wake up, my car ' s broke down. ' She knocked on the
window of the Peterbilt eighteen-wheeler that was parked all
by itself at the Farmers ' Market on the fringes of downtown
Richmond. ' I ' m wondering if you got a phone '
It was 4:00 A.M., pitch dark, and the parking lot was poorly
lit. Although Moses Custer knew very well that it wasn ' t safe
to be out here alone at this hour, he had ignored his usual good
judgment after fighting with his wife and storming off in his
truck, where he intended to spend the night, alone and missing
in action, out by the vegetable stands. That would sure show
her, he always thought when their marital routine turned ugly.
He opened the door of his cab as the knocking on the glass