I’ve recently been going through a phase of finding as many books by one author as I can, and reading them voraciously and in order. This I’ve just done with James Patterson’s Women’s Murder Club. Lots of apostrophes in that sentence.
I’ve previously read the first five books in the series, and I bought 6th Target from my local overpriced station newsagent a few days ago. It was excellent. I love the Women’s Murder Club. Loveable characters, and storylines that keep you on your toes.
Having searched in vain for number 7, I decided to cheat, skipped it and went on to 8th Confession instead; which was, of course, also wonderful. I like series where you end up caring about the characters. Good job, Mr. Patterson.