Don't Goby Lisa Scottoline
A military man discovers what he’s made ofon duty and at homein this gripping and emotional novel that explores the boundaries between family, justice, and love from blockbuster bestselling author Lisa Scottoline
Dr. Mike Scanlon accepts the call of duty to serve as an Army doctor abroad he is acutely aware of the dangers he will/b>
A military man discovers what he’s made ofon duty and at homein this gripping and emotional novel that explores the boundaries between family, justice, and love from blockbuster bestselling author Lisa Scottoline
Dr. Mike Scanlon accepts the call of duty to serve as an Army doctor abroad he is acutely aware of the dangers he will faceand the hardships his being away will cause his wife, Chloe, and their newborn baby. But when Mike is away, it is Chloe who dies in the Scanlons’ very own kitchen, a victim of an apparent household accident. Devastated, Mike returns home to bury her, only to discover that the life he left behind has fallen apart. His medical practice is in jeopardy, he is a stranger to his own daughter, and he discovers a shocking secret that sends him into a downward spiral. . . As layer upon layer of lies are revealed, Mike realizes that the most important battle of his life faces him on the home frontand soon he must put it all on the line to save what matters most. . .
“Scottoline spins a compelling drama that reads like the literary love child of Jodi Picoult and Nicholas Sparks.” Library Journal
“Lisa Scottoline is one of the very best writers at work today. Don't Go proves it once again. This is a story that is heavily muscled, emotional, and relevant. They don't come any better.” Michael Connelly
“This stand-alone from Scottoline effectively tugs at the emotions.” Publisher's Weekly
“In her first book featuring a male protagonist, Scottoline spins a compelling drama that reads like the literary lovechild of Jodi Picoult and Nicholas Sparks. Readers will fall in love with this war vet father who fights seemingly insurmountable odds, and his powerfully addictive story will haunt them long after the final page.” Library Journal on Don't Go
“Scottoline offers readers a nuanced, multi-dimensional portrait of a young man in crisis, couched in a page-turner of a story that will appeal to her many fans.” Book Reporter on Don't Go
“This story grabbed me from the very first chapter…This is a story about family, loss, love, dedication, conviction, addiction, betrayal, redemption and so much more. It's a bit of a: thriller, mystery, legal drama, war story and romance. It's real and human. The characters are so complete and full. These are people that I know, that you know. People that live in our neighborhood.” Crochet Nirvana on Don't Go
“This is a powerful story about how soldiers are changed forever and the difficulties of returning to civilian life. There is also the mystery surrounding Mike's wife's death, which is well-written, and the courtroom battle for the custody of Emily, which is heart-wrenching. Scottoline really delivers with this book.” Parkersburg News & Sentinel on Don't Go
“Don't Go marks the biggest step forward yet by this great storyteller -- a novel about war, and the toll it takes on decent men.” CT News
“A compelling and suspenseful thriller. It will keep you guessing right up to the unexpected end…I just couldn't put it down!” Portland Book Review on Don't Go
“A deeply emotional book that explores complex family dynamics. The story powerfully conveys what it really means to be a hero.” Deseret News on Don't Go
Verdict This is not your typical Scottoline novel…it is Scottoline on steroids. In her first book featuring a male protagonist, Scottoline spins a compelling drama that reads like the literary lovechild of Jodi Picoult and Nicholas Sparks. Readers will fall in love with this war vet father who fights seemingly insurmountable odds, and his powerfully addictive story will haunt them long after the final page.Mary Todd Chesnut, Northern Kentucky Univ. Lib., Highland Heights
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Chloe woke up on the floor, her thoughts foggy. She must have fallen and knocked herself out when she hit the hardwood. She started to get up, but felt dizzy and eased back down. The kitchen was dark except for pinpoints of light on the coffeemaker, TV, and cable box, like a suburban constellation.
She tried to understand how long she'd been lying here. The last thing she remembered, she was rinsing the dishes after lunch, eyeing the sun through the window, like a big, fresh shiny yolk in the sky. Yellow was her favorite color, and she always tried to get it into her painting. Chloe used to teach art in middle school, but now she was a new mom with no time to shower, much less paint.
She heard a mechanical ca-thunk, and the Christmas lights went on outside. Red, green, and blue glimmered on the wetness underneath her, which seemed to be spreading. Her gaze traveled to its edge, where her Maine Coon, Jake, sat in silhouette under the table, his ears translucent triangles, backlit by the multicolored lights.
Chloe reached for a chair to pull herself up, but was oddly weak and slumped to the floor. She felt cold, though the kitchen had a southern exposure and stayed warm, even in winter. She needed help, but was alone. Her sister Danielle and her brother-in-law Bob had come over for lunch, then Danielle had taken the baby Christmas shopping and Bob had gone to work. They didn't have children, and Danielle had been happy to take Emily to the mall by herself.
We can pick out Christmas presents for you and Mike!
Chloe closed her eyes, wishing her husband Mike were here, but he was a reservist in the Army Medical Corps, serving in Afghanistan. He'd be home in a month, and she was counting the days. She'd prayed he wouldn't be called up because he was thirty-six years old, and when the deployment orders came, she'd taken it badly. She'd simply dissolved into tears, whether from sleep deprivation, crazed hormones, or worry.
Mike, please, I'm begging you. Don't go.
Suddenly Chloe realized something. The Christmas lights were controlled by a timer that turned them on at five o'clock, which meant Bob and Danielle would be back at any minute. She had to hide the vodka she'd left out on the counter. Nobody could know about her drinking, especially not Danielle. Chloe should have been more careful, but she was a beginner alcoholic.
She reached for the chair and hoisted herself up partway. The kitchen whirled, a mad blur of Christmas lights. She clung to the chair, feeling dizzy, cold, and spacey, as if she were floating on a frigid river. Her hand slipped, and the chair wobbled. Jake sprang backwards, then resettled into a crouch.
She put her hands on the floor to lift her chest up, like a push-up, but the wetness was everywhere. Under her hands, between her fingers, soaking her shirt. It didn't smell like vodka. The fog in her brain cleared, and Chloe remembered she'd been loading the dishwasher, and the chef's knife had slipped, slicing the underside of her arm. Bright red blood had spurted from the wound, and she'd fainted. She always fainted at the sight of blood, and Mike used to kid her.
The doctor's wife, who's afraid of blood.
Chloe looked at her left arm in horror. It was covered with blood, reflecting the holiday lights. Blood. Her mouth went dry. She'd been bleeding all afternoon. She could bleed to death.
"Help!" she called out, but her voice sounded far away. She had to get to her cell phone and call 911. She dragged herself through the slippery blood to the base cabinet, clawed the door for the handle, and grabbed it on the second try. She tried to pull herself up but had no strength left. She clung to the handle.
Chloe spotted her laptop to her right, on its side. She must have knocked it off the counter when she fell. Her best friend Sara was always online, and Chloe could g-chat her for help. She slid the laptop toward her and hit the keys with a slick palm, but the monitor didn't light up. She didn't know if it was off or broken.
She shoved it aside, getting a better idea. She would crawl to the front door and out to the sidewalk. The neighbors or someone driving by would see her. She started crawling, her breath ragged. The front door lay directly down the hall, behind a solid expanse of hardwood and an area rug. She dragged herself toward it, smearing blood across the kitchen threshold.
Hope surged in her chest. Her arms ached but they kept churning. She pulled herself into the hallway. She kept her eye on the front door. It had a window on the top half, and she could see the Christmas lights on the porch. She had put them up herself, for Emily's first Christmas.
The door lay thirty feet ahead, but Chloe felt her legs begin to weaken. Her arms were failing, but she couldn't give up. She was a mother. She had a precious baby, only seven months old.
Chloe moved forward on her elbows, but more slowly, like a car running out of gas. Still she kept going. The front door was only fifteen feet away. Then thirteen, then ten. She had to make it.
Go, go, go. Nine, eight, seven feet left.
Chloe reached the edge of the area rug, but couldn't go another inch. Her forehead dropped to the soft wool. Her body flattened. Her eyes closed as if they were sealed. She felt her life ebb away, borne off in a sea of her own blood. Suddenly she heard a noise, outside the house. A car was pulling into the driveway, its engine thrumming.
She heard the sound of a car door opening and closing, then footsteps on the driveway. They were slow because the driveway was icy in patches, the rock salt melting it unevenly.
Hurry, hurry, hurry.
Chloe remembered the front door was unlocked, a lucky break. She was supposed to lock it behind Danielle, who had been carrying Emily, the diaper bag, and her purse, but she had forgotten. It would serve her well, now. Whoever was coming could see her through the window, rush in, and call 911.
The footsteps drew closer to the door, but Chloe didn't recognize them. She didn't know Bob or Danielle by their footstep. It could be anybody.
Please God hurry
The footsteps reached the front door, and Chloe heard the mechanical turning of the doorknob. The door unlatched, and she felt a vacuum as it swung open. Frigid air blasted her from the open doorway. Her hair blew into her face, but she couldn't even open her eyes.
Help me help me call 911
She heard the footsteps walk to her, then stop near her head. But whoever it was didn't call her name, rush to her side, or cry out in alarm.
What is going on why aren't you calling 911
She heard the footsteps walk back to the door.
Wait don't go please help me
She heard the sound of the front door closing.
No come back please help I'm—
The latch engaged with a quiet click.CHAPTER 2
Mike raised the scalpel, about to make the first incision. He always said a prayer before he cut, though his wife Chloe was the religious one. She'd given him a silver crucifix before his deployment, and he kept it in his ACU pocket with a picture of their baby Emily. He was about to send up his homemade prayer when he noticed Joe Segundo, their administrative medical service officer, looking at him funny from across the OR.
Mike returned his focus to his case, telescoping the task at hand and ignoring the anguished moans of the wounded, the constant talk of the docs and nurses, the whop whop whop of the Chinook outside, and the crack pop of ordnance in the distance. The 556th FST, or Forward Surgical Team, was only three to five miles behind the offensive, but Mike didn't think about that when he operated, staying in the silence of his own mind, his fingers working on muscle memory, a result of the on-the-job training from hell, in hell.
The 556th was a twenty-person surgical team assigned to an Army combat brigade, traveling with three tents that took only an hour to assemble into a surgical facility complete with triage, OR, and recovery bays, as well as medical supplies and materiel to last seventy-two hours, including generators to power the fluorescent lights that shone overhead. The OR reeked of sickly-sweet blood and medicinal iodine wash, and the air was freezing. One of the nurses had decorated an IV stalk with homemade tinsel, but it wasn't easy to make carnage cheery.
Mike was the only orthopedist/podiatrist of the 556th, and the three other docs were general trauma surgeons, now bent so far over their patients that they looked almost headless from behind. There was Phil DeMaria from Providence, chubby enough to be called Phat Phil, and Adam Goldstein, who was in his mid-forties, so they called him Oldstein. Their FST commander was Stephen Chatham, a hotshot from Darien who never shut up in the OR. Mike called him Chatty Kathy, but he called himself Batman. Everybody loved Chatty, especially the nurses, who made him a Batman cape out of a body bag, which he never took off.
Mike never felt like a superhero, and podiatry was far from a prestigious branch of medicine, which was why his nickname was Dr. Scholl's. Ironically, blast injuries to the extremities were the signature wound of Operation Enduring Freedom, due to the overwhelming number of IEDs, so Mike was the busiest doc in the 556th. Supporting the team were three nurses, two nurse anesthetists, three medics, three surgical technicians, and Joe Segundo, who kept track of them and the paperwork the Army loved so much.
Mike focused his attention on his case, Nestor Salinas. Salinas was twenty-one, and his right calf and ankle were riddled with AK-47 fire that had shredded his gastrocnemius, the large calf muscle, and the smaller soleus, underneath. Salinas must've sprinted in high school track, his calves were so well-developed, but Mike didn't have time to think about that. The FST docs limited their surgeries to an hour or two, then evacuated the case to a Combat Support Hospital, or CSH, out of the battle zone, similar to the old-school MASH units. Salinas would end up in CSH Bagram, but the more severely wounded were flown from Bagram to Landstuhl Regional Medical Center in Germany.
Salinas was already being transfused, and Mike needed to salvage as much tissue as he could from the lower leg. His goal was to control any hemorrhage and clean, debride, irrigate, and pack the wounds, emplace a cast or external fixation if necessary and get Salinas onto a transport. Each minute counted and the FST was in constant motion, but Mike had learned to slow time down while he operated, all the while assessing the variables that meant life or death in combat theatre.
Mike cut around the first wound, a glistening cavern of blown-away flesh, nine centimeters long. The bullets had shredded, burned, and shattered everything in their path, including the tibia and fibula, embedding bone fragments in the remaining tissue. Still it was only a GSW, a gunshot wound, and Mike had gotten used to the idea that a soldier who merely got shot was lucky.
He felt eyes on him as he worked and looked up to see Joe Segundo talking with Oldstein. It wasn't Mike's concern, and he made the cuts he needed, excising the purplish tissue and salvaging the healthy red and pink. The wound didn't smell bad and wasn't that filthy; in contrast, homemade IEDs were stuffed with trash, so when they blew up, they caused bizarrely dirty wounds, embedded with pens, rocks, pins, nails, and even kid's toys.
Mike tied off the veins, noting that the wound was remarkably clear of blood flow, thanks to a battlefield tourniquet by a combat medic, the medically trained infantrymen, the 68W who acted as first responders. Medics were able to stabilize a wounded soldier in fifteen minutes, and the one who had treated Salinas had written on his bare chest in purple marker, per procedure, so that the soldier was traveling with his medical records:
tourniquet 3:15 am
Mike felt as if he were being watched again and glanced up to see Joe Segundo, now talking to Chatty. He wondered what was going on, momentarily distracted. He'd heard that the 556th might get reassigned up north, which would be a problem because they weren't ready to roll out yet. When they had to go, Chatty would tell them the way he always did—to the Batmobile!
Mike accepted a roll of Kerlix bandages from his nurse, Linda, and began to pack the wound, which stopped the bleeding by pinching off leaky vessels and pressing them into soft tissue. The technique was called tamponade, from the French, which also gave rise to the word tampon. Mike loved knowing stuff like that and he loved being a podiatrist, though they all kidded him because he worked in silence. His nurse, Linda, liked to joke around with Chatty, who was singing, I'm too sexy for my cape, and Linda sang back, I'm too sexy for my gloves, then Chatty sang, Who needs latex, it gets in the way, and the OR erupted in laughter.
Mike kept his hands in Salinas, who would become The Kid With The Lucky GSW. He remembered his soldiers by names he gave them, like The Kid With The Big Freckles, The Kid With The Lazy Eye, and The Virgin. He would never forget The Girl With Hair Like Chloe's, because he had to amputate her left foot after an IED blast. Her injuries scored nine on the Mangled Extremity Scoring System, the tactlessly-named MESS scale, when anything over seven was predictive of amputation. He still replayed that procedure in his mind when he couldn't sleep, thinking of Chloe.
He tried not to think of his wife now, but he wasn't succeeding. He loved his wife and he hated not to be home on their baby's first Christmas. His only consolation was that his tour ended in a month, and he was counting the days. Emily was only a newborn, a month old, when he deployed, and the photos Chloe emailed him showed how much she was growing. They emailed and Skyped when the 556th returned to base to resupply, but the contact only intensified his longing for her, the baby, his home, his practice, his very country. It was all too much, and afterwards, he would block it out, mentally. If Mike was a superhero of anything, it was that. He was the Batman of Compartmentalizing.
Joe Segundo walked to Mike's table, his dark eyes concerned over his surgical mask, which cut into his fleshy cheeks. He was a short and blocky Texan, whose jarhead haircut fit perfectly under his scrub cap. He frowned when he saw Salinas's wound, up-close. "Bone salad, yo," he said, with a touch of a Tex-Mex accent.
Mike glanced up. "What's going on?"
"When will you be finished?"
"Me? My tour is up in one month." Mike was joking, but he could tell by Joe's eyes that he didn't smile under his mask, which was strange. "Joe, what's up? Something on your mind?"
"Can we talk when you get a break in the action?"
Mike thought it was an odd request. "No, I gotta finish this kid, then I got another GSW.
Why, are we rolling out?"
"The other GSW isn't an urgent. Oldstein will take him. Come find me when you're done, okay?"
"Okay." Mike let it go, figuring that it was about the FST or Army politics, as usual. Army MEDCOM was always on their case about one thing or another, and Joe loved to vent to Mike, whose odd-man-out status made him like Switzerland. It was probably nothing.
But later, when they told him that Chloe was dead, Mike remembered one thing:
I forgot to say my prayer.CHAPTER 3
Mike climbed the jetway at Philadelphia International Airport in a sort of trance, numb. His backpack hung off his shoulder, and his iPod buds were plugged into his ears, though he played no music. He'd turned off his phone in Afghanistan, to avoid the condolence emails and calls from his former partners and friends. The one call he would have answered wouldn't come, ever again.
Mike lumbered into the gate area, where the fluorescent lights hurt his eyes and the Christmas music bled through his buds. It was inconceivable that Chloe was dead. She was worried about him, not the other way around. They'd even made wills and upped their life insurance, in case he died. So it made absolutely no sense that she had died in a household accident, a stab wound, an SW. His wife. It wouldn't have happened if he'd been home. He had failed her. Chloe had died alone.
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Meet the Author
Lisa Scottoline is the New York Times bestselling author of novels including Look Again, Lady Killer, Think Twice, Save Me and Everywhere That Mary Went. She also writes a weekly column, “Chick Wit,” with her daughter Francesca Serritella, for The Philadelphia Inquirer. The columns have been collected in Why My Third Husband Will Be a Dog and My Nest Isn’t Empty, It Just Has More Closet Space. She has won an Edgar® Award and Cosmopolitan magazine’s “Fun Fearless Fiction” Award, and she is the president of Mystery Writers of America. She teaches a course on justice and fiction at the University of Pennsylvania Law School, her alma mater. She lives in the Philadelphia area.
- Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
- Date of Birth:
- July 1, 1955
- Place of Birth:
- Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
- B.A., University of Pennsylvania, 1976; J.D., University of Pennsylvania Law School, 1981
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This is the first Lisa Scottoline book I've read. I sure hope her other stuff is much better than this. The dialogue is unrealistic, the plot not believable, and I was never able to develop any feeling for the main character. Time NOT well spent.
This story is interesting in that Scottoline tells it from a male point of view. This is a departure from her usual approach. Grief over his wife's death notwithstanding, it's hard to believe a physician and soldier could be such a wuss when it comes to caring for his own child.
Wow! What a thriller! I had no idea what to expect but this book got off to a chilling start and the suspense continued to build from there in Don’t Go, Lisa Scottoline’s latest. I listened to the audio version so I couldn’t go any faster than the reader but this quick paced story kept me enthralled the entire way through. Audio books usually take me a little while to get into because I have to get used to the different voices by the same reader. This one pulled me in a lot quicker than usual where I was able to get completely lost in the story and wasn’t distracted by the reader. Mike Scanlon has one misfortune after another beginning with his wife’s death. Things really fall apart when he comes home to bury his wife to a daughter who doesn’t know him and his practice falling apart. Things go from bad to worse when he discovers what his wife had been up to when he was gone. He questions everything he knows and loves. He returns to Afghanistan and tries to bury himself in his work. Catastrophe seems to follow him wherever he goes and when it strikes again in Afghanistan, he returns home for good. Trying to get his life back proves to be a bigger challenge then he could have dreamed. Things continue to go wrong in every possible way. Darkness is his constant companion as the life he once knew slips out of his grasp. Scottoline makes you feel empathy for Mike on the deepest level possible, despair for his predicaments and hope that he will be able to pull it together and get his life back. Life is hard to Mike and he has to fight for what he believes to be true and repair what has been broken in his life. Don’t Go is a suspenseful dramatic mystery that will keep you in the dark until the very end. It is a true testament to the human spirit and what one can accomplish if they set their mind to it and never give up.
Mike is a surgeon and a reservist who was called up to serve in Afghanistan. He is a month away from going home when he is contacted that his wife has died in a freak home accident. He flies home and is met by his sister-in-law and her husband who have been watching Mike's infant, Emily, since his wife died. Emily cried when Mike tried to hold her so his sister-in-law took Emily back. Everyone was still so upset from the loss of Chloe, Mike's wife. They were all sensitive to the fact that Emily was so young and had no idea what was going on and that she missed her mother. Right after the funeral, Mike returned to Afghanistan. He had signed paperwork that his brother-in-law (a lawyer) brought to him which gave Bob, and his wife, Daniel temporary custody of Emily for as long as needed. Back in Afghanistan there was a doctor shortage made worse when a grenade was thrown into a cluster of people, killing several of the surgeons. Mike witnessed the horror of his friends deaths and felt partly responsible. So that when he was pressured to re-up for another year he finally agreed. Just as the year was ending, Mike was in a convoy when it was attacked. The doors in his vehicle were jammed but he was able to get out and save the other occupants. During the fire fight he ran to one friend that was unconscious and threw himself on top of the guy. Mike was injured during this attack which led to his going home a bit early. This is where the real story begins and I do not want to spoil it for you so I will stop there. The book is very well written and easy to follow. The characters are wonderful and help you get 'lost' in the telling of the story. It has a good story line that is well presented and keeps you turning pages long after bed time.
I don't quite know what to say. For years now I have purchased Lisa's books the day they have come out, but increasingly they have fallen short of her previous standards. This one—I am speechless. I don't know about the story yet, as I have only read about 50 pages, but her writing is very poor, trite, and careless. I could give several examples, but he sentence that prompted this review is a classic grammatical affront: " . . . and a Christmas tree decorated with tiny white lights blinked like electrified stars." I don't think so. Perhaps it should be the lights blinking, not the tree! For the first time, I may not finish one of her books.
What a book was great reading from start to finish. Heart breaking at times with some tears and at the same time heart warming
I usually don't read many books of his author, I think its the 2nd one and i enjoyed it very much. I will be looking a what else she has written.
The book was written very well. The story was gripping and grabbed my attention from the first chapter. I tried to predict the outcome of the story, but was surprised by the actual ending of the book. I would highly recommend this book. Good for discussion in a book club.
I'm a fan of Lisa Scottoline's books and have read many of them. This one is different than the norm, which is ok when a novelist attempts to try something new. But I didn't enjoy it, mostly because the main character was an annoying, unlikable guy. He did one stupid thing after another, and it didn't feel like it was caused by PTSD brought on by the war...it just seemed like he was a jerk. The sister-in-law and her husband felt hollow and unrealistic. The scenes in Afghanistan felt very real and they were very disturbing, as they should be, so this part of the story was fairly well done (although I prefer to avoid books about war, so this was unexpected). Although I felt compelled to finish reading it, I couldn't wait to reach the end, and be done with it. Very unsatisfying.
It was to scattered an not really belieavable.
I was truly disappointed -- I'd not read a Lisa Scottaline in a while and was looking forward to getting back to her work since I've missed a few -- thought I'd start with this which I found unreadable, with an almost diadatic droaning-on tone. I thought it all very unlike what I'd read of Scottaline so am very disappointed. Perhaps it gets better later, but I put it away for now, not willing to finish. Maybe I'll try again later, but there's too many books out there and too little time!
This story was so well written. The character development was wonderful. I couldnt put it down
This is one great story. Love it and am not quite finished reading.
Couldn't put it down, the author does a good job of connecting to your emotions. I cried, I cussed but most of all I really enjoyed this book. I would highly recommend it for others to read as well.
Another good one
Hard to.put down!
Great book. Kept you guessing throughout the book. First book I have read by this author. Look forward to reading other books by Lisa Scottoline.
Something really needs to be done to these rude plot spoilers who insist on revealing details of the story line. That is rude and inconsiderate. Please stop. Other readers would like to tead the book for themselves and not have you people give us the readers digest condensed version. Please bn, stop these plot spoilers....please?
As usual an excellent read by Lisa Scottoline. The reader is immediately swooped up into the life of the protagonist Dr. Mike Scanlon. At times I felt like shaking him and telling him to get off the drugs and act like a father. How could anyone leave a child with a man with such anger management issues and drug dependency problems? I felt his brother-in-law was right to kick him out of his house under those circumstances. The book for me was emotionally charged and toward the end I became very frustrated with Dr. Mike and wished he'd drop out of the picture completely. Even though the book was interesting and a fast read, I still enjoyed Ms Scottoline's early books about the law office and its characters more.
kept my interest throughout the book
OK, this was good, I can't say it wasn't. Scottoline is a great author - I've read a number of her books. But as one of the reviews stated, it just seemed like WAY too much crap was happening to this guy. And everything that happened to him when he returned from Afghanistan the 2nd time seems like it took place over the course of at least a month or two and yet it was only a week!? And when Mike found the lawyer Stephanie, my first thought was "Great! She's a good choice, she'll help him." But the coverage of the trial and her constantly telling him YOU'RE DOING GREAT! WE'RE WINNING! DON'T WORRY! when it seemed pretty clear to me that he was being thrown to the wolves and buried. I thought she was an idiot. LOL! Then she hauled off and got so pissed at him. YET, they end up together. Go figure. So, it kept my interest and I mostly enjoyed it........... but was it one of her best? Nah.
I did not like this book. It was disjointed, the dialogue was slow, sluggish n did not flow. quite frankly, it was extremely boring n monotonous. i am a fan of Lisa's books but I have to say that this was a big disappointment for me and very poorly written.i can't believe that Lisa wrote this book.
Couldn't put the book down. Read it in one week!!
I enjoyed this book very much. It was an easy read and also kept your interest because you knew how you wanted the book to end, but when certain situations arose you weren't quite sure how it could happen. Another Lisa Scottoline Success!
This book by LISA was a departure from the others she has written. I enjoyed it very much. It will make a good beach read