Compulsion (Alex Delaware Series #22)

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Once again, the depths of the criminal mind and the darkest side of a glittering city fuel #1 New York Times bestselling author Jonathan Kellerman’s brilliant storytelling. And no one conducts a more harrowing and suspenseful manhunt than the modern Sherlock Holmes of the psyche, Dr. Alex Delaware.

A tipsy young woman seeking aid on a desolate highway disappears into the inky black night. A retired schoolteacher is stabbed to death in broad ...
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Once again, the depths of the criminal mind and the darkest side of a glittering city fuel #1 New York Times bestselling author Jonathan Kellerman’s brilliant storytelling. And no one conducts a more harrowing and suspenseful manhunt than the modern Sherlock Holmes of the psyche, Dr. Alex Delaware.

A tipsy young woman seeking aid on a desolate highway disappears into the inky black night. A retired schoolteacher is stabbed to death in broad daylight. Two women are butchered after closing time in a small-town beauty parlor. These and other bizarre acts of cruelty and psychopathology are linked only by the killer’s use of luxury vehicles and a baffling lack of motive. The ultimate whodunits, these crimes demand the attention of LAPD detective Milo Sturgis and his collaborator on the crime beat, psychologist Alex Delaware.

What begins with a solitary bloodstain in a stolen sedan quickly spirals outward in odd and unexpected directions, leading Delaware and Sturgis from the well-heeled center of L.A. society to its desperate edges; across the paths of commodities brokers and transvestite hookers; and as far away as New York City, where the search thaws out a long-cold case and exposes a grotesque homicidal crusade. The killer proves to be a fleeting shape-shifter, defying identification, leaving behind dazed witnesses and death -- and compelling Alex and Milo to confront the true face of murderous madness.
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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly

Rubinstein, who has had a long, successful run as the voice of Kellerman's popular hero, Dr. Alex Delaware, has seldom been more appreciated than on this rather mediocre entry in the series. While the doctor and his gruff, gay LAPD detective pal Milo Sturgis slog through a now too-familiar witness-to-witness search for a killer (in this case, a particularly loathsome one who uses disguises and pricy black automobiles), Rubinstein revs up the action, providing the secondary characters with an energetic array of on-target vocals and refining and deepening his stellar interpretations of the leads. Thanks to him, there's a nuanced wistfulness in Delaware's approach to both the hunt for the killer and his ever-shifting relationship with girlfriend Robin. And Sturgis's gravelly growl has a definitive quality that suggests a maturity both tougher and more thoughtful than in the past. Simultaneous release with the Ballantine hardcover (Reviews, Feb. 25). (Apr.)

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School Library Journal

When a retired schoolteacher is brutally stabbed in her driveway, LAPD Detective Milo Sturgis and psychologist Dr. Alex Delaware must figure out who would want to kill her. Their ensuing investigation uncovers other, possibly related murders. The methods of killing vary, but the motives share a twisted altruistic element: the victims somehow "deserve" their deaths. The only things that seem to tie the crimes together are expensive scarves and black luxury cars. Although the story can be quite complex at times, the action is fast paced, and the many plot twists leave readers on the edge of their seats. Kellerman's writing is neat and not overly burdened by extraneous detail. His 22nd Alex Delaware thriller is recommended for all public libraries as demand is sure to be high for this best-selling author. [See Prepub Alert, LJ12/07.]
—Amanda Scott

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780345465283
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 8/26/2008
  • Series: Alex Delaware Series, #22
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 416
  • Sales rank: 283,786
  • Product dimensions: 4.20 (w) x 7.50 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

Jonathan Kellerman

Jonathan Kellerman is one of the world’s most popular authors. He has brought his expertise as a clinical psychologist to more than two dozen bestselling crime novels, including the Alex Delaware series, The Butcher’s Theater, Billy Straight, The Conspiracy Club, and Twisted. With his wife, the novelist Faye Kellerman, he co-authored the bestsellers Double Homicide and Capital Crimes. He is the author of numerous essays, short stories, scientific articles, two children’s books, and three volumes of psychology, including Savage Spawn: Reflections on Violent Children. He has won the Goldwyn, Edgar, and Anthony awards, and has been nominated for a Shamus Award. Jonathan and Faye Kellerman live in California and New Mexico. Their four children include the novelist Jesse Kellerman.


"I like to say that as a psychologist I was concerned with the rules of human behavior," Jonathan Kellerman has said. "As a novelist, I'm concerned with the exceptions." Both roles are evident in Kellerman's string of bestselling psychological thrillers, in which he probes the hidden corners of the human psyche with a clinician's expertise and a novelist's dark imagination.

Kellerman worked for years as a child psychologist, but his first love was writing, which he started doing at the age of nine. After reading Ross MacDonald's Lew Archer novels, however, Kellerman found his voice as a writer -- and his calling as a suspense novelist. His first published novel, When the Bough Breaks, featured a child psychologist, Dr. Alex Delaware, who helps solve a murder case in which the only apparent witness is a traumatized seven-year-old girl. The book was an instant hit; as New York's Newsday raved, "[T]his knockout of an entertainment is the kind of book which establishes a career in one stroke."

Kellerman has since written a slew more Alex Delaware thrillers; not surprisingly, the series hero shares much of Kellerman's own background. The books often center on problems of family psychopathology—something Kellerman had ample chance to observe in his day job. The Delaware novels have also chronicled the shifting social and cultural landscape of Los Angeles, where Kellerman lives with his wife (who is also a health care practitioner-turned-novelist) and their four children.

A prolific author who averages one book a year, Kellerman dislikes the suggestion that he simply cranks them out. He has a disciplined work schedule, and sits down to write in his office five days a week, whether he feels "inspired" or not. "I sit down and start typing. I think it's important to deromanticize the process and not to get puffed up about one's abilities," he said in a 1998 chat on Barnes & "Writing fiction's the greatest job in the world, but it's still a job. All the successful novelists I know share two qualities: talent and a good work ethic."

And he does plenty of research, drawing on medical databases and current journals as well as his own experience as a practicing psychologist. Then there are the field trips: before writing Monster, Kellerman spent time at a state hospital for the criminally insane.

Kellerman has taken periodic breaks from his Alex Delaware series to produce highly successful stand-alone novels that he claims have helped him to gain some needed distance from the series characters. It's a testament to Kellerman's storytelling powers that the series books and the stand-alones have both gone over well with readers; clearly, Kellerman's appeal lies more in his dexterity than in his reliance on a formula. "Often mystery writers can either plot like devils or create believable characters," wrote one USA Today reviewer. "Kellerman stands out because he can do both. Masterfully."

Good To Know

Some outtakes from our interview with Jonathan Kellerman:
"I am the proud husband of a brilliant novelist, Faye Kellerman. I am the proud father of a brilliant novelist, Jesse Kellerman. And three lovely, gifted daughters, one of whom, Aliza, may turn out to be one of the greatest novelists/poets of this century. "

"My first job was selling newspapers on a corner, age 12. Then I delivered liquor, age 16 -- the most engaging part of that gig was schlepping cartons of bottles up stairways in building without elevators. Adding insult to injury, tips generally ranged from a dime to a quarter. And, I was too young to sample the wares. Subsequent jobs included guitar teacher, freelance musician, newspaper cartoonist, Sunday School teacher, youth leader, research/teaching assistant. All of that simplified when I was 24 and earned a Ph.D. in psychology. Another great job. Then novelist? Oh, my, an embarrassment of riches. Thank you, thank you, thank you, kind readers. I'm the luckiest guy in the world.

"I paint, I play the guitar, I like to hang out with intelligent people whose thought processes aren't by stereotype, punditry, political correctness, etc. But enough about me. The important thing is The Book."

More fun facts:
After Kellerman called his literary agent to say that his wife, Faye, had written a novel, the agent reluctantly agreed to take a look ("Later, he told me his eyes rolled all the way back in his head," Kellerman said in an online chat). Two weeks later, a publisher snapped up Faye Kellerman's first book, The Ritual Bath. Faye Kellerman has since written many more mysteries featuring L.A. cop Peter Decker and his wife Rina Lazarus, including the bestsellers Justice and Jupiter's Bones.

When Kellerman wrote When the Bough Breaks in 1981, crime novels featuring gay characters were nearly nonexistent, so Alex Delaware's gay detective friend, Milo Sturgis, was a rarity. Kellerman admits it can be difficult for a straight writer to portray a gay character, but says the feedback he's gotten from readers -- gay and straight -- has been mostly positive.

In his spare time, Kellerman is a musician who collects vintage guitars. He once placed the winning online auction bid for a guitar signed by Don Henley and his bandmates from the Eagles; proceeds from the sale were donated to the Jewish Federation of Greater Dallas.

In addition to his novels, Kellerman has written two children's books and three nonfiction books, including Savage Spawn, about the backgrounds and behaviors of child psychopaths.

But for a 1986 television adaptation of When the Bough Breaks, none of Kellerman's work has yet made it to screen. "I wish I could say that Hollywood's beating a path to my door," he said in a Barnes & chat in 1998, "but the powers-that-be at the studios don't seem to feel that my books lend themselves to film adaptation. The most frequent problem cited is too much complexity."

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    1. Hometown:
      Beverly Hills, California
    1. Date of Birth:
      August 9, 1949
    2. Place of Birth:
      New York, New York
    1. Education:
      B.A. in psychology, University of California-Los Angeles; Ph.D., University of Southern California, 1974
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Kat loved breaking the rules. Don’t talk to strangers. She’d talked to plenty of them tonight. Danced with a few, too. If you could call the way those losers moved dancing. The big, scary consequence: a stomped toe, courtesy of a loser in a red shirt. Don’t go crazy mixing your drinks. Then how did you account for Long Island Iced Tea, which was basically everything tossed together and the best buzz in the world? She’d had three tonight. Plus the tequila shots and the raspberry beer and the weed the guy in the retro bowling shirt had offered her. Not to mention... hard to remember. Whatever. Don’t drink and drive. Yeah, great plan. What was she supposed to do tonight, let one of those losers drive her Mustang home? The plan was Rianna would limit herself to two drinks and be the designated wheel-girl so Kat and Bethie could party. Only Bethie and Rianna hooked up with a couple fake-o blond guys in fake-o Brioni shirts. Brothers, some kind of surfboard business in Redondo.

We’re thinking maybe we’ll go party with Sean and Matt, giggle, giggle. If that’s cool with you, Kat.

What was she supposed to say? Stay with me, I’m the ultimate loser?

So here she was three, four a.m., staggering out of the Light My Fire, looking for her car.

God, it was so dark, why the hell didn’t they have outside lights or something...?

She took three steps and one of her spike-heels caught on the asphalt and she stumbled, nearly twisting her ankle.

Fighting for balance, she righted herself.

Saved by quick reflexes, Supergirl. Also all those dancing lessons she’d been forced into. Not that she’d ever admit it to Mother, giving her fuel for more I-told-you-so bullshit.

Mother and her rules. No white after Labor Day. That made sense in L.A.

Kat took two more steps and one of the spaghetti straps on her plum lamé top fell off her shoulder. She left it that way, liking the kiss of the night air on her bare skin.

Feeling a little bit sexy, she flipped her hair, then remembered she’d had it cut, not much to flip.

Her vision blurred–how many Long Islands had she polished off? Maybe four.

Taking a deep cleansing breath, she felt her head clear.

Then it clouded again. And cleared. Like shutters being opened and closed. Crazy, maybe that weed was messed up... where was the Mustang... she walked faster, tripped again, and Supergirl reflexes weren’t enough and she had to grab out for something–the side of a car... not hers, crappy little Honda or something... where was the Mustang?

With only a few cars in the lot, it should’ve been easy to spot. But the darkness screwed everything up... losers who owned the Light My Fire too damn cheap to invest in some spots, like they weren’t making enough packing the bodies in, the bouncers and velvet ropes a big joke.

Cheap bastards. Like all men.

Except Royal. Would you believe that, Mother finally lucking out big-time? Who knew the old girl had it in her?

Kat laughed out loud at the image. Something in Mother.

Not likely, Royal was in the bathroom every ten minutes. Didn’t that mean a screwed-up prostrate?
She lurched across the inky lot. The sky was so black she couldn’t even see the chain-link fence surrounding the lot, or the warehouses and storage lots that made up this crappy neighborhood.

The club’s Web site said it was in Brentwood. More like the hairy, stinky armpit of West L.A.... okay, there it was, her stupid Mustang.

She hurried toward the car, heels clacking against knobby asphalt. Each impact set off little echoes that reminded her of when she was seven and Mother forced her to take tap.

When she finally got there, she groped in her purse for her keys, found them. Dropped them.

She heard the rattle as they landed, but it was too dark to see where. Bending sharply, she teetered, braced herself with one hand to the ground, and searched with the other.


Squatting, she smelled something chemical–gasoline, like when you fill up your car and no matter how many times you wash your hands afterward you can’t get rid of the stink.

A fuel leak? That’s all she needed.

Six thousand miles and the car was nothing but problems. She’d thought it was cool at first, but decided it was lame and stopped making payments. Hello, Re-po Man. Again.

We took care of the down payment, Katrina. All you had to do was remember on the fifteenth of each...
Where were the goddamn keys! She scraped her knuckles on the ground. A fake nail popped off and that made her feel like crying.

Ah, got it!

Struggling to her feet, she flicked the remote, dropped into the driver’s seat, started up the engine. The car balked, then kicked in and here we go Supergirl she was driving straight into the black night–oh, yeah, put on the headlights.

Slowly, with a drunk’s exaggerated care, she coasted, missed the exit, backed up, passed through. Turning south onto Corinth Avenue, she made her way to Pico. The boulevard was totally empty and she turned onto it. Oversteered, ended up on the wrong side of the road, swerved and compensated, finally got the stupid car in the lane.

At Sepulveda, she hit a red light.

No cars at the intersection. No cops.

She ran it.

Sailing north, she felt free, like the whole city–the whole world was hers.

Like someone had dropped a nuke and she was the last survivor.

Wouldn’t that be cool, she could drive over to Beverly Hills, run a gazillion red lights, waltz into the Tiffany store on Rodeo and scoop up whatever she wanted.

A planet without people. She laughed.

She crossed Santa Monica and Wilshire and kept going until Sepulveda turned into the Pass. Off to her left was the 405, just a scatter of taillights. On the other side was hillside that bled into moonless sky.

No lights on in gazillion-dollar hill houses full of sleeping rich people. The same kind of idiots she had to deal with at La Femme.

Women like Mother, pretending they weren’t shriveling or fat as pigs.

Thinking about work made Kat tense up and she deep-breathed. That made her burp real loud and she cracked up, drove faster.

At this rate, she’d be over the hill and at her apartment real soon.

Stupid little dump in Van Nuys, but she told everyone it was Sherman Oaks because it was on the border and who cared?

All of a sudden her eyes began to close and she had to shake herself awake. A hard shove down on the gas pedal and the car shot forward.

Saaiiiling.... You go, girl!

Seconds later, the Mustang sputtered, whined, stopped.

She managed to steer to the right, stop just off the road. Let the car sit for a sec and tried again.

Nothing but a whiny noise.

Two more attempts, then five.


It took a while to find the switch for the interior lights and when she brightened the car, her head hurt and she saw little yellow things dancing in front of her eyes. When they cleared, she looked at the gas gauge: E
Shit shit shit! How had that happened, she could swear–

Mother’s voice nagged at her. She put her hands over her ears and tried to think.

Where was the nearest gas station... nowhere, nothing for miles.

She punched the dashboard so hard it hurt her hands. Cried, sat back, drained.

Realizing she was exposed by the interior lights, she switched them off.

Now what?

Call the Triple A! Why hadn’t she thought of that?

It took what seemed like a long time to find her cell phone in her purse. Even longer to locate her Triple A card.

Tapping out the toll-free number was hard because even with the phone light the numbers were teeny and her hands were shaky.

When the operator answered, she read off her membership code. Had to do it twice because her eyes had blurred and it was hard to see what was a 3 and what was an 8.

The operator put her on hold, came back and said her membership had lapsed. Kat said, “No way.”

“Sorry, ma’am, but you haven’t been active for eighteen months.”

“That’s frickin’ impossible–”

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but–”

“Like hell you are–” “Ma’am, there’s no reason to be–” “Like hell there isn’t.”

Kat clicked off. Now what? Think, think, think–okay, plan B: Call Bethie’s cell and if that interrupted something, too frickin’ bad. The phone rang five times before Bethie’s voice mail kicked in. Kat hung up. Her phone went dead. Jabbing the Power button did nothing. That brought back a vague memory of something she’d neglected. Charging up before she went out tonight–how the hell had she forgotten? Now her whole body was shaking and her chest was tight and she was sweating. She double-checked to make sure the car was locked. Maybe a highway patrol dude would come by. What if another car did?

Don’t talk to strangers.

What was her choice, sleeping here all night?

She nearly fell asleep before the first car showed up, speeding toward her, headlights startling her. Big Range Rover; good. Kat waved out the window. Bastard sped right by. A couple of minutes later, headlights brightened her rearview and enlarged. This vehicle stopped right next to her. Crappy pickup, stuff piled in the back, under a tarp. The passenger window rolled down. Young Mexican guy. Another Mexican sat at the wheel.

They looked at her funny.

The passenger got out. Small and scruffy.

Kat slid down low in her seat and when the Mexican came over and said something through the glass, she pretended he wasn’t there.

He stood there, really freaking her out.

Kat kept making believe she was invisible and the Mexican finally returned to the pickup.

It took five minutes after the truck drove away before she was able to sit up and breathe normally. She’d wet her thong. Rolled it off her butt and down her legs and tossed it into the backseat.

Soon as the undies made contact, her luck turned.

A Bentley!

Screw you, Range Rover!

Big, black, and glossy, that aggressive grille.

And slowing down!

Oh shit, what if it was Clive?

Even if it was Clive, she could handle it, better than sleeping here all–

As the Bentley rolled to a halt, she opened the window, tried to get a look at who was inside.

The big black car idled, moved on.

Damn you, rich bastard!

She jumped out of the Mustang, waved frantically.

The Bentley stopped. Backed up.

Kat tried to make herself look safe by shrugging and smiling and pointing to her car.

The Bentley’s window lowered silently.

Just a driver inside.

Not Clive, a woman!

Thank you, God!

Kat said, “Ma’am,” in the syrupy voice she used at La Femme. “Thank you so much for stopping I ran out of gas and if you could just take me somewhere where I could maybe find a–”

“Certainly, dear,” said the woman. Throaty voice, like that actress Mother liked... Lauren Lauren... Hutton? No, Bacall. Lauren Bacall had rescued her!

Kat approached the Bentley.

The woman smiled at her. Older than Mother, with silver hair, huge pearl earrings, classy makeup, a tweed suit, some sort of silk scarf, purple, looked expensive, draped over her shoulders in that casual way that came easy to the classy ones.

What Mother pretended to be.

“Ma’am, I really appreciate this,” said Kat, suddenly wanting this woman to be her mother.

“Get in, dear,” said the woman. “We’ll find you some petrol.”

Petrol–a Brit.

A frickin’ aristocrat in a frickin’ Bentley.

Kat got in, beaming. What had started off as a shitty night was going to end up a cool story.

As the Bentley glided away, Kat thanked the woman again.

The woman nodded and switched on the stereo. Something classical–God what a sound system, it was like being in a concert hall.

“If there’s any way I can repay you...”

“That won’t be necessary, dear.”

Big-framed woman, sturdy bejeweled hands.

Kat said, “Your car’s incredible.

The woman smiled and turned up the volume.

Kat sat back and closed her eyes. Thought of Rianna and Bethie with the fake-o shirts.

Telling this story was going to be delicious.

The Bentley cruised silently up the Pass. Cushy seats, alcohol, weed, and the adrenaline drop plunged Kat into sudden, nearly comatose sleep.

She was snoring loudly when the car made a turn, climbed smoothly into the hills.

Headed for a dark, cold place.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    COMPULSION is a typical Dr. Delaware police procedural

    Psychologist Dr. Alex Delaware and Los Angeles Police Department detective Milo Sturgis have collaborated on several cases before (see THE MURDER BOOK, RAGE and GONE). They are currently working together on several homicides that seem to have no link except that the culprit apparently obsessively enjoys driving luxurious black cars and there are no obvious motives for what seems like random assaults on women.----------- Still the few early clues lead Alex and Milo into several directions in the greater LA area and surprisingly to a cold case disappearance of a child in New York City sixteen years ago. As they begin to find the key tie that binds the homicides and leads to the serial killer¿s motive, Alex and Robin are back together, but both wonder how long this time.-------------- COMPULSION is a typical Dr. Delaware police procedural anchored by likable recurring characters working a strong investigative thriller. The story line focuses on what is justice as Alex and Milo slowly find and follow clues. Fans of the series will appreciate the latest tale as the killer¿s OBSESSION becomes gradually understandable to readers and to Alex, who learns some life lessons applicable to his relationship with Robin.------------ Harriet Klausner

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 15, 2009

    Kellerman keeps up his status of my favorite story writer

    I had given up on "mystery" stories, until I found Kellerman. He provides all the great aspects of great thrillers without the Mickey Spillane silly "tough guy" images.
    I have read every available Kellerman, and find them all to be of the finest quality in this genre. Keep it up!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 15, 2008


    What a let down! It was a good thing I purchased the abridged version of this CD book because it was The plot, the characters, etc. were weak, perdictable. The author seemed to need to fulfill a contract for his publisher, hence, this book.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 26, 2008

    Compulsively readable, but not terribly original

    'Compulsion' is one of Kellerman's stronger recent entries in his Alex Delaware series because it doesn't suffer from the implausibilities that marred the last few. However, it does seem to conform to a template that could maybe use some shaking up: a series of murders take place and we follow Delaware and Sturgis from one clue to another, stopping off for frequent status meetings between the two along the way. It's a good template, but a template nonetheless. The only thing that saves this from becoming 'ho-hum' after 22 books is that the two leads are so likable and interesting, and we love hearing them talk. I liked the Manhattan detour in 'Compulsion,' and feel the series would benefit from a few more surprises like it. The author is obviously a great storyteller, who fashions complicated plots with engaging characters, and Kellerman/Delaware fans will surely not be disappointed with 'Compulsion.' Also recommended: 'A STRANGER LIES THERE' - this crime novel won the Malice Domestic Award for best first mystery.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 25, 2009

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    I Also Recommend:

    An outstanding Johnathan Kellerman tale.

    This story was awesome. It was a great, fast paced read. The book was super thrilling page turner. Alex & Milo are at it again with solving an interesting odd crime. Johnathan Kellerman never lets me down.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 9, 2009

    Typical Kellerman, good and consistant. Characters were present and performed well.

    Typical Kellerman, good and consistant. Characters were present and performed well.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 31, 2008


    I ordered this in large print- dissappointing print size- hard to read. Book is disorganized and boring- never stop a book a 3rd of the way through- but now after reading other reveiws and knowing it's not just me- I'm stopping

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 21, 2008

    Don't Bother

    Johnathon Kellerman's books used to be good. They are going from bad to worse. I couldn't finish it. If this was his first or second attempt at writing I do not believe he would be able to get it published. This book is worse than the last one and it was terrible.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 25, 2008

    Another Dud from Kellerman!!

    There was a time that Kellerman produced interesting, involving thrillers that combined plausible plots with complex characterizations. However, the past 10 books or so in the Alex Delaware series have ranged from merely adequate to truely awful. This one falls into the latter category. Where is the tension? How can a writer with so many books published continue to create such poor dialogue? When the most interesting pages of a thriller are about Delaware's dog and fish you know something is amiss. He keeps churning these things out year after year but never improves. The most interesting character has always been Milo Sturgis but even he seems dull in this latest mess. Robin might as well move out considering how little attention she's given and Kellerman has even managed to make New York seem dull. I would like to think that Kellerman can't write any worse than this but I've read his novellas and know that he actually can plummet further. I read on his website that he has contracted to write 10 more Delaware thrillers. Let's hope that he puts more effort into his work in the future and spends less time farting around on his website. Save this series by focusing on a Milo storyline that doesn't involve Alex. Please don't try another Petra Conner book as Kellerman has no ability whatsoever to create believeable female characters. This is for those who are serious fans of the series and newcomers would be wise to go back and start with 'When the Bough Breaks' and 'Blood Test'.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 28, 2008

    just ok

    to me this book was slow paced and did not have much of a plot. i just finished it today. i had never read anything by this author but i had saw reviews on his other books and saw also that he was a 'best seller' author. therefore i was disappointed in this book. i may try to read some of his other books and give him another chance.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 10, 2008

    Not up to par

    I have all of Jonathan Kellerman's books in the Alex Delaware series. This one just doesn't seem up to par. It seems like he didn't really have a strong story line and just lengthened it to make a novel,. Usually there are twists and surprises in all of his Delaware novels. This one was flat from the beginning.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 14, 2008

    Not his greatest

    I have read all of his books and couldn't wait until this one came out. Very disappointed

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 2, 2008

    Its a good book

    I liked this book but it seemed like something is missing.Maybe it needs more of a story line. It seems like his charecters dont fit in with the story.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 7, 2014

    This was a book my boyfriend was reading...and when he put it do

    This was a book my boyfriend was reading...and when he put it down, I picked it up and took it on one of our beach trips.
    This was my first Alex Delaware novel, and I must say, I found the storyline and characters intriguing. This may not be classic literature, but is a very entertaining novel. It kept my interest from start to finish. I will definitely be reading more of this series.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 16, 2013

    Great one.

    I liked the part where Sean's hair wasstaying in place at the scene.

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  • Posted April 12, 2012

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    CD/abridged/Thriller: I'm giving the story three star, but I'm

    CD/abridged/Thriller: I'm giving the story three star, but I'm giving John Rubinstein five for his narration. In the abridged version, I felt that the story was really lacking and empty. Finding the killer was unrewarding and his motives, though never really understood anti-climatic. Milo is wonderful as always, but that has more to do with John Rubinstein's narration. It's worth a listen to for only John Rubinstein's narration. I'm a little bias and think John Rubinstein is the best narrator I've ever heard.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 25, 2011

    Please read it!

    Great book and great author.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 10, 2009


    Have read many Alex Delaware books. This one seemed to point the way for Kellerman to find a new character or theme. Book jumped all over the place, but had no excitement to it. Entirely too many pages of just meaningless dialogue. Read it very quickly just to get through it or maybe find a twist in the plot (There wasn't any). Have no idea what the title was supposed to mean. Very disappointing book.

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    Posted October 26, 2008

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    Posted May 17, 2010

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