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In this suspense masterpiece, Karin Slaughter weaves together the powerful human stories of three unforgettable characters from her New York Times bestselling novels Faithless and Fractured, who collide here for the first time in an electrifying race against unspeakable human evil.

When a tortured young woman enters the trauma center of an Atlanta hospital, Dr. Sara Linton is thrust into a desperate police investigation with Special Agent Will Trent and his partner, Faith ...

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Overview

In this suspense masterpiece, Karin Slaughter weaves together the powerful human stories of three unforgettable characters from her New York Times bestselling novels Faithless and Fractured, who collide here for the first time in an electrifying race against unspeakable human evil.

When a tortured young woman enters the trauma center of an Atlanta hospital, Dr. Sara Linton is thrust into a desperate police investigation with Special Agent Will Trent and his partner, Faith Mitchell. Though guarding their own wounds and their own secrets, Sara, Will, and Faith find that they are all that stand between a madman and his next victim.

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Publishers Weekly
Slaughter thrusts her series heroine, Dr. Sara Linton, into a serial killer case being investigated by the author's newer series protagonists, detectives Will Trent and Faith Mitchell of the Georgia Bureau of Investigation. Natalie Ross provides just the right vocal interpretations. For Faith, a tough cookie starting to crumble from the combined pressures of pregnancy and newly diagnosed diabetes, she shifts from harsh-voiced confrontations with balky suspects to softer, self-doubting inner monologues. Trent is given a thoughtful delivery that changes to a self-conscious croak in the presence of the lovely Dr. Linton. For the doctor, still mourning the death of her husband, Ross saves her most subtle characterization, bravery undercut by an unshakable sadness. Though very much a character-driven novel, there's no shortage of plot, and there, too, Ross handles the chills and thrills with appropriate pacing and drama. A Delacorte hardcover (Reviews, June 1). (July)
Library Journal
In her latest thriller, New York Times best-selling author Slaughter brings together protagonists from her two series. Georgia Bureau of Investigation agents Will Trent and Faith Mitchell (introduced in Fractured) collide with pediatrician and part-time coroner Sara Linton (last seen in Faithless) when a torture victim appears in Linton's emergency room. Probing into the victim's personal life, the doctor and law enforcements agents must race time, battle bureaucracy, uncover myriad secrets, and enter the sadistic mind of a skilled perpetrator to solve the case. The reader will love revisiting familiar characters, even as the author pushes them to new limits. VERDICT This is a fast-paced read with a complex plot that contains enough twists to keep even the most veteran mystery reader guessing the identity of the culprit until the very end. Highly recommended as a high-octane summer read. [See Prepub Alert, LJ 3/1/09; originally titled Genesis.—Ed.]—Colleen Harris, North Carolina State Univ. Lib., Raleigh
From the Publisher
“Powerful and complex…The way Slaughter gradually unspools her fascinating story, all the way up to its shocking conclusion, will have readers captivated. Another fine, dark novel from Slaughter.”—Chicago Sun-Times for Beyond Reach

“[Slaughter's] best yet….Her novels smolder with reality…. She writes with confidence and precision as well as passion”
Washington Post on Faithless

“Slaughter has the courage to detonate her biggest bombshells early on, keeping even the wariest readers off-balance.”
Kirkus Reviews

“Heart-pounding…Slaughter brings the same raw energy and brutal violence that distinguishes her Grant County series (Beyond Reach, etc) to this new series with chilling results, while Trent and Mitchell, a pair of complex and deeply flawed heroes, will leave fans clamoring for the next installment.”
Publishers Weekly, Starred Review for Fractured

“Bone-chilling…Slaughter builds the suspense to a perfect crescendo, connecting every loose plot strand in a devastating and unforgettable climax…A timely and unsettling read.”
Publishers Weekly, Starred Review for Beyond Reach, named one of Publisher Weekly's Best Books of the Year

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781469235301
  • Publisher: Brilliance Audio
  • Publication date: 6/4/2013
  • Format: CD
  • Edition description: Abridged
  • Sales rank: 1,282,394
  • Product dimensions: 5.00 (w) x 5.50 (h) x 0.20 (d)

Meet the Author

Karin Slaughter

Karin Slaughter is the New York Times bestselling author of eight novels, including Beyond Reach and A Faint Cold Fear, which was named an International Book of the Month selection; she contributed and edited Like a Charm. She is a native of Georgia, where she currently lives and is working on her next novel, to be published in 2010.

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Undone


By Karin Slaughter

Delacorte Press

Copyright © 2009 Karin Slaughter
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780385341967

Prologue


They had been married forty years to the day and Judith still felt like she didn’t know everything about her husband. Forty years of cooking Henry’s dinner, forty years of ironing his shirts, forty years of sleeping in his bed, and he was still a mystery. Maybe that was why she kept doing all these things for him with little or no complaint. There was a lot to be said for a man who, after forty years, still managed to hold your attention.

 Judith rolled down the car window, letting in some of the cool, spring air. Downtown Atlanta was only thirty minutes away, but out here in Conyers, you could still find areas of undeveloped land, even some small farms. It was a quiet place, and Atlanta was just far enough away so that she could appreciate the peace. Still, Judith sighed as she caught a quick glimpse of the city’s skyscrapers on the distant horizon, thinking, home

She was surprised at the thought, that Atlanta was now a place she considered her home. Her life until recently had been suburban, even rural. She preferred the open spaces to the concrete sidewalks of the city, even while she admitted that it was nice living in so central a location that you could walk to the corner store or alittle café if the mood struck you. 

Days would pass without her even having to get into a car– the type of life she would have never dreamed of ten years ago. She could tell Henry felt the same. His shoulders bunched up around his ears with tight resolve as he navigated the Buick down a narrow country road. After decades of driving just about every highway and interstate in the country, he instinctively knew all the back routes, the doglegs and shortcuts. 

Judith trusted him to get them home safely. She sat back in her seat, staring out the window, blurring her eyes so that the trees bordering the road seemed more like a thick forest. She made the trip to Conyers at least once a week, and every time she felt like she saw something new–a small house she’d never noticed, a bridge she’d bumped over many times but never paid attention to. Life was like that. You didn’t realize what was passing you by until you slowed down a little bit to get a better look. 

They’d just come from an anniversary party in their honor, thrown together by their son. Well, more likely thrown together by Tom’s wife, who managed his life like an executive assistant, housekeeper, babysitter, cook and–presumably–concubine all rolled up into one. Tom had been a joyful surprise, his birth an event doctors had said would never come about. Judith had loved every part of him on first sight, accepted him as a gift that she would cherish with every bone in her body. She had done everything for him, and now that Tom was in his thirties, he still seemed to need an awful lot of taking care of. Perhaps Judith had been too conventional a wife, too subservient a mother, so that her son had grown into the sort of man who needed–expected–a wife to do everything for him. Judith certainly had not enslaved herself to Henry. They had married in 1969, a time when women could actually have interests other than cooking the perfect pot roast and discovering the best method to get stains out of the carpet. From the start, Judith had been determined to make her life as interesting as possible. She’d been a room mother at Tom’s school. She’d volunteered at the local homeless shelter and helped start a recycling group in the neighborhood. When Tom was older, Judith took a job doing light bookkeeping for a local business and joined a running team through the church to train for marathons. This active lifestyle stood in stark contrast to that of Judith’s own mother, a woman who toward the end of her life was so ravaged from raising nine children, so drained from the constant physical demands of being a farmer’s wife, that some days she was too depressed to even speak. 

Though, Judith had to admit, she had herself been a somewhat typical woman in those early years. Embarrassingly, she was one of those girls who had gone to college specifically to find a husband. She had grown up near Scranton, Pennsylvania, in a town so small it didn’t merit a dot on the map. The only men available to her were farmers, and they were hardly interested in Judith. Judith could not blame them. The mirror told no lies. She was a bit too plump, a bit too bucktoothed, and a bit too much of everything else, to be the sort of woman Scranton men took for a wife. And then there was her father, a stern disciplinarian whom no sane man would seek out for a father-in-law, at least not in exchange for a bucktoothed, pearshaped girl who had no natural talent for farming. 

The truth was that Judith had always been the odd one in the family, the one who didn’t quite fit in. She read too much. She hated farmwork. Even as a young girl, she was not drawn to animals and did not want to be responsible for their care and feeding. None of her sisters and brothers had been sent away for higher education. There were two brothers who had dropped out of ninth grade, and an older sister who had married rather quickly and given birth to her first child seven months later. Not that anyone bothered to do the math. Enveloped in a constant state of denial, her mother had remarked to her dying day that her first grandchild had always been big-boned, even as an infant. Thankfully, Judith’s father had seen the writing on the wall so far as his middle girl was concerned. There would be no marriage of convenience with any of the local boys, not least of all because none of them found her remotely convenient. Bible college, he decided, was not just Judith’s last–but her only–chance. At the age of six, Judith had been struck in the eye by a flying piece of debris as she chased after the tractor. From that moment on, she’d always worn glasses. People assumed she was cerebral because of the glasses, when in fact the opposite was true. Yes, she loved to read, but her tastes ran more toward trashy dime novel than literary. Still, the egghead label had stuck. What was it they used to say? “Men don’t make passes at women who wear glasses.” So, it was surprising–no, more like shocking–when on Judith’s first day of college in her first class, the teaching assistant had winked at her.

She had thought something was in his eye, but there was no mistaking Henry Coldfield’s intentions when, after class, he had pulled her aside and asked her if she’d like to go down to the drugstore and have a soda with him. The wink, apparently, was the beginning and end of his gregariousness. Henry was a very shy man in person; strange, considering he later became the top salesman for a liquor distribution company–a job he passionately despised even three years past retirement. 

Judith supposed Henry’s ability to blend had come from being the son of an Army colonel, moving around the country so often, never staying at one base more than a few years at a time. There was no passionate love at first sight–that came later. Initially, Judith had simply been attracted to the fact that Henry was attracted to her. It was a novelty for the pear from Scranton, but Judith had always been at the opposite spectrum of Marx’s philosophy–Groucho, not Karl: She was more than willing to join any club that would have her as a member. Henry was a club unto himself. He was neither handsome nor ugly; forward nor reticent. With his neatly parted hair and flat accent, average would be the best way to describe him, which Judith later did in a letter to her older sister. Rosa’s response had been something along the lines of, “Well, I suppose that’s the best you can hope for.” In her defense, Rosa was pregnant at the time with her third child while her second was still in diapers, but still, Judith had never forgiven her sister for the slight–not against herself, but against Henry. If Rosa failed to notice how special Henry was, it was because Judith was a poor writer; Henry too nuanced a man for mere words on a page. Perhaps it was all for the best. Rosa’s sour observation had given Judith a reason to break from her family and embrace this winkingly introverted, mercurial stranger. 

Henry’s gregarious shyness was only the first of many dichotomies Judith had observed in her husband over the years. He was terrified of heights, but had earned his amateur pilot’s license as a teenager. He sold alcohol but never imbibed. He was a homebody, but he spent most of his adult life traveling through the Northwest, then the Midwest, as promotions moved them around the country much like the Army had done when Henry was a child. His life, it seemed, was all about making himself do things he did not want to do. And yet, he often told Judith that her company was the one thing that he truly enjoyed. 

Forty years, and so many surprises. 

Sadly, Judith doubted her son held any such surprises for his spouse. While Tom was growing up, Henry was on the road three weeks out of every four, and his parenting came in spurts that didn’t necessarily highlight his more compassionate side. Subsequently, Tom became everything his father had shown him during those growing years: strict, unbending, driven. 

There was something else to it as well. Judith didn’t know if it was because Henry saw his sales job as a duty to his family rather than his passion, or because he hated being away from home so much, but it seemed that every interaction he had with their son held an underlying tension: Don’t make the same mistakes I’ve made. Don’t get trapped in a job you despise. Don’t compromise your beliefs to put food on the table. The only positive thing he recommended to the boy was marrying a good woman. If only he had been more specific. If only he hadn’t been so hard. 

Why was it that men were such exacting parents to their male children? Judith guessed they wanted their sons to succeed in places they had not. In those early days, when Judith was first pregnant, the thought of a daughter had spread a rapid warmth through her body, followed by a searing cold. A young girl like Judith, out there in the world, defying her mother, defying the world. It gave her an understanding of Henry’s desire that Tom do better, be better, have everything that he wanted and more. 

Tom had certainly succeeded at his job, though his mouse of a wife was a disappointment. Every time Judith came face-to-face with her daughter-in-law, she itched to tell the woman to stand up straight, speak up and, for the love of God, grow a backbone. One of the volunteers at the church had said the other week that men married their mothers. Judith hadn’t argued with the woman, but she’d defy anyone to find a lick of similarity she shared with her son’s wife. 

Except for the desire to spend time with her grandchildren, Judith could never see her daughter-in-law again and be perfectly happy. The grandchildren were the sole reason they had moved to Atlanta, after all. She and Henry had uprooted their retirement life in Arizona and moved almost two thousand miles to this hot city with its smog alerts and gang killings just so they could be close to two of the most spoiled and ungrateful little things this side of the Appalachia. 

Judith glanced at Henry as he tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, humming tunelessly as he drove. They never talked about their grandchildren except in glowing terms, possibly because a fit of honesty might reveal that they didn’t much like them–and then where would they be? Their lives turned upside down for two small children who were on gluten-free diets, strictly regimented naptimes and tightly scheduled playdates, but only with “like-minded children who shared the same goals.” 

So far as Judith could see, the only goal her grandchildren had was to be the center of attention. She imagined you couldn’t sneeze without finding a like-minded, self-centered child, but according to her daughter-in-law, it was an almost impossible task. Wasn’t that the whole point of youth, to be self-centered? And wasn’t it the job of the parent to drill that out of you? Certainly, it was clear to all involved that it wasn’t the job of the grandparents. 

When little Mark had spilled his unpasteurized juice on Henry’s slacks and Lilly had eaten so many of the Hershey’s Kisses she’d found in Judith’s purse that she’d reminded Judith of a homeless woman at the shelter last month who was tweaking so badly on methamphetamines that she’d wet herself, Henry and Judith had merely smiled–chuckled, even–as if these were merely wonderful little quirks that the children would soon grow out of. 

Soon was not coming soon enough, however, and now that they’d reached the ages of seven and nine, Judith was starting to lose faith that one day, her grandchildren would turn into polite and loving young adults who did not feel the urge to constantly interrupt adult conversation and run around the house screaming at such high decibels that animals two counties over started howling. Judith’s only consolation was that Tom took them to church every Sunday. She of course wanted her grandchildren exposed to a life in Christ, but more importantly, she wanted them to learn the lessons taught in Sunday School. Honor thy mother and father. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. Don’t think you’re going to waste your life, drop out of school and move in with Grandma and Grandpa any time soon. “Hey!” Henry barked as a car in the oncoming lane shot past them so close that the Buick actually shook on its tires. “Kids,” he grumbled, gripping the wheel tightly in his hands. 

The closer he got to seventy, the more Henry seemed to embrace the role of cranky old man. Sometimes, this was endearing. Other times, Judith wondered how long it would be before he started shaking his fist in the air, blaming all the ills of the world on “kids.” The age of these kids seemed to range anywhere from four to forty, and his irritation ticked up exponentially when he caught them doing something that he used to do himself, but now could no longer enjoy. Judith dreaded the day they took away his pilot’s license, something that might come sooner rather than later, considering that his last checkup at the cardiologist had shown some irregularities. It was one of the reasons they had decided to retire to Arizona, where there was no snow to shovel or lawn to maintain. 

She said, “Looks like rain.” 

Henry craned up his neck to see the clouds. 

“Good night to start my book.” 

His lips curled up in a smile. Henry had given her a thick historical romance for their anniversary. Judith had given him a new cooler to take to the golf course. 

She squinted her eyes at the road ahead, deciding she should have her vision checked again. She was not so far from seventy herself, and her eyes seemed to be getting worse every year. Dusk was a particularly bad time for her, and her vision tended to blur on objects that were at a distance. So it was that she blinked several times before she was sure of what she was seeing, and only opened her mouth to warn Henry when the animal was right in front of them. 

“Jude!” Henry yelled, one arm shooting out in front of Judith chest as he wrenched the steering wheel to the left, trying to avoid the poor creature. Judith thought, oddly, about how the movies were right. Everything slowed down, time inching by so that each second seemed to take an eternity. She felt Henry’s strong arm bolt across her breasts, the seatbelt biting into her hip bones. Her head jerked, slamming into the door as the car swerved. The windshield cracked as the animal bounced against the glass, then hit the roof of the car, then the trunk. It wasn’t until the car shuddered to a stop, spinning a full 180 degrees on the road, that the sounds caught up with Judith: the crack, thunk, thunk, all overlaid with a high-pitched screaming that she realized was coming from her own mouth. She must have been in shock, because Henry had to yell at her several times, “Judith! Judith!” before she stopped screaming. 

Henry’s hand was tight on her arm, sending pain up her shoulder. She rubbed the back of his hand, saying, “I’m all right. I’m all right.” Her glasses were askew, her vision off-kilter. She put her fingers to the side of her head, feeling a sticky wetness. When she took away her hand, she saw blood. 

“It must’ve been a deer or . . .” Henry put his hand to his mouth, stopping his words. He looked calm but for the telltale up and down of his chest as he tried to catch his breath. The air bag had deployed. A fine, white powder covered his face. 

Her breath caught as she looked ahead. Blood had spattered the windshield like a sudden, violent rain. 

Henry pushed open the door but did not get out. Judith took off her glasses to wipe her eyes. The lenses were both broken, the bottom part of her bifocal on the right side missing. She saw that the glasses were shaking, and realized that the tremor came from her own hands. Henry got out of the car, and she made herself put on her glasses and follow him. 

The creature was on the road, legs moving. Judith’s head ached where it had smacked into the door. Blood was in her eyes. That was the only explanation she had for the fact that the animal–surely a deer–appeared to have the shapely white legs of a woman. “Oh, dear God,” Henry whispered. “It’s–Judith–it’s–” 

Judith heard a car behind her. Wheels screeched against asphalt. Doors opened and closed. Two men joined them on the road, one running toward the animal. 

He screamed, “Call 9-1-1!” kneeling down beside the body. 

Judith stepped closer, then closer yet. The legs moved again–the perfect legs of a woman. She was completely nude. Bruises blackened her inner thighs–dark bruises. Old bruises. Dried blood caked around her legs. A burgundy film seemed to cover her torso, a rip at her side showing white bone. Judith glanced at her face. The nose was askew. The eyes were swollen, lips chapped and split. Blood matted the woman’s dark hair and pooled around her head as if in a halo. Judith stepped closer, unable to stop herself–suddenly a voyeur, after a lifetime of politely looking away. Glass crunched beneath her feet, and the woman’s eyes shot open in panic. She stared somewhere past Judith, a dull lifelessness to her gaze. Just as suddenly, her eyelids fluttered closed, but Judith could not suppress the shudder that went through her body. It was as if someone had walked over her grave. “Dear Lord,” Henry mumbled, almost in prayer. Judith turned to find her husband gripping his hand to his chest. His knuckles were white. He stared at the woman, looking as if he might be ill. “How did this happen?” he whispered, horror twisting his face. “How in God’s name did this happen?”
 
Day One
Chapter One


Sara linton leaned back in her chair, mumbling a soft “Yes, Mama” into her cell phone. She wondered briefly if there would ever come a point in time when this felt normal again, when a phone call with her mother brought her happiness the way it used to instead of feeling like it was dragging a piece of her heart out of her chest.

 “Baby,” Cathy soothed. “It’s all right. You’re taking care of yourself, and that’s all Daddy and I need to know.” 

Sara felt tears sting her eyes. This would hardly be the first time she had cried in the doctor’s lounge at Grady Hospital, but she was sick of crying–sick of feeling, really. Wasn’t that the reason that, two years ago, she had left her family, left her life, in rural Georgia, and moved to Atlanta–so that she would no longer have the constant reminder of what had come before? 

“Promise me you’ll try to go to church next week.” 

Sara mumbled something that might sound like a promise. Her mother was no fool, and they both knew that the possibility of Sara ending up on a pew this Easter Sunday was highly unlikely, but Cathy didn’t press. 

Sara looked at the stack of charts in front of her. She was at the end of her shift and needed to call in her dictation. “Mama, I’m sorry, but I need to go.” 

Cathy exacted a promise of another phone call next week, then rang off. Sara kept her cell phone in her hand for a few minutes, looking at the faded numbers, her thumb tracing the seven and five, dialing out a familiar number but not sending through the call. She dropped the phone into her pocket and felt the letter brush against the back of her hand. 

The Letter. She thought of it as its own entity. 

Continues...

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  • Posted November 28, 2009

    Wishing for another direction

    I love the Grant County series. Undone would be a good description for me at the end of the previous book. I was hoping for a dream sequence. Anything to bring Jeffrey back. But, alas, no such luck. Undone was a great book. I enjoyed that it tied the Grant County Series in with her other series, which I have also read entirely. I just didn't want the Grant County series to take the direction that it did. I hope one day I will get over it. I trust that Karin Slaughter will make me get over it, but she hasn't yet. The writing is good, the plot twists are still there. It is a great read. I just miss Jeffrey.

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  • Posted October 4, 2009

    KARIN SLAUGHTER THRILLS US!

    FIND KARIN SLAUGHTER'S FIRST BOOK BLINDSIGHTED AND READ EACH OF HER BOOKS UNTIL YOU COME TO UNDONE. HER TWISTED PLOTS AND REALISTIC WRITING WILL LEAVE YOU CRAVING FOR THE NEXT BOOK TO COME OUT. SEE HER WEBPAGE FOR A LIST OF ALL HER BOOKS. SHE IS AWESOME!

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  • Posted May 24, 2009

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    An exciting poice thriller

    Henry and Judith Codfield are driving home one night when they run into what he assumes was a deer; it turns out to be person hurt badly enough that they take the injured party to Atlanta's Grady Hospital. Trauma center physician Dr. Sara Linton treats the patient; stabilizing her for surgery. She is shocked at the tortured body of Anna Lindsey whom she tries to save.------------------

    Meanwhile as the local police work the burbs for clues, Georgia Bureau of Investigation Detectives Will Trent looks for the site where the torture takes place. When he finds it he realizes another woman was there with the tortured woman. He finds the body of the second woman who was tortured before she committed suicide. Faith Mitchell and Will think the kidnapping of a woman outsider the supermarket is related to their own inquiry. A fourth female fitting the profile of the other three is also missing. Evidence points to the killer abducting the women in pairs and if they don't find the missing two females within days they will be dead.----------------------

    Once again as in FRACTURED, Will and Faith prove they are a dedicated team who know together they perform much better than separately though they are total opposites; a sort of GBI yin and yang who complement one another by overcoming the other's weaknesses. The current case of a deranged serial killer is not new, but refreshed by the increasingly frantic hunt by the GBI pair. Reader will enjoy UNDONE, as Karin Slaughter provides a tense police procedural in which the clock is ticking while the killer remains on a twisted schedule.------------

    Harriet Klausner

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    Some characters are back, some aren't yet. Grabs you from the start with a shocking crime you need to have solved. Will Trent is back, with his new partner and his uncompromising boss. Sarah Linton is also a main character, but it does not feel like a forced mash up of the two series.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 20, 2009

    Karin Slaughter is Great!

    Karin Slaughter knows how to write a book. Like always, this book grabs you and will not allow you to sleep until you complete it....then...you can not wait until her next book comes out.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 17, 2012

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    I lost interest about halfway through...

    This book got off to a great start and made an interesting introduction of two new main characters, special sgent Will Trent and his partner Faith Mitchell, but then the story slowed down quite a bit and I lost interest. While reading, my mind wondered - I was preoccupied with trying to imagine how the severly dyslexic Will Trent made it past the academic requirements to become a special agent. The focus and extent of Will's dyslexia quickly became annoying. Perhaps readers receive more insight to this issue later in the story but I will never know because I am done with this book, even though I did not get anywhere near finishing it. I read the entire Grant County series and will not be moving on to the Georgia Series. To me, the story ended with the shocking and abrupt death of Jeffrey Tolliver.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 13, 2010

    LOVED IT! graphic, scary and gory, just how I like a book!

    I love the characters in this book. Graphic details about the victims. Wasn't sure who to look for as the bad guy but DUH! Once I got to the end I was kicking myself for not knowing sooner. I liked it. A lot. I read it again, and bought a bunch of books in the series.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 24, 2009

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    "The one who cannot restrain their anger will wish undone what their temper and irritation prompted them to do." Horace

    In Karin Slaughter's "Undone," a badly injured woman is hit by a passing car. The woman had been tortured and didn't know what she was doing when she stepped into the vehicle's path.

    Will Trent, a detective with the Georgia Bureau of Investigation, goes to the accident scene and discovers a cave where at least two victims were tortured. The local police resent his intrusion in their case. They order him to leave but before he does, he discovers a second victim, another woman and this time, the victim is dead.

    As I was reading this story, I was struck by the number of plot similarities between this 2009 novel and Lisa Gardner's "Hide" which was published by Bantam, January 30, 2007.

    Both novels have an underground area where victims are brought in order to be tortured and killed. In "Hide" the area is called a chamber. In "Undone" it is called a cave. Both novels have the antagonist with some family connection to someone already in the story. In addition, both villain's are in need of mental care and in both novels we have a police detective who is compassionate while having a female associate who is a no nonsense woman.

    I enjoyed both stories and both contain a surprise toward the conclusion of the novel but the commonalities in plot were disturbing.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 16, 2009

    Slaughter does it again

    I have read all of Karin Slaughter's books and have enjoyed them all,each have been better then the one before. In her latest novel, "Undone", she has spun a tale that is not only a good who-done-it, but contiues to explore the depths of several ongoing people from her previous work, that have to deal with their own flaws and secretes. I would recommend this book to anyone wanting a good read.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 15, 2009

    Sweet

    Great Book

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  • Posted August 2, 2009

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    Decent Read (contains spoilers--beware!)

    Like a lot of other readers I was severely disappointed in her last book with the twist that happened at the end. Through all of her Grant County books I loved all of the characters because they were unique and entertaining in their own way. The kill one of them at the end was horrible in my opinion. I wasn't sure that I would want to read her next book because of this, but I decided to pick it up and give it a shot.

    I was fairly impressed. I loved the interaction between the two police officers because they represented actual human traits...however I was disappointed that Sara really didn't have much depth to her role in this book as in other novels. It was supposed to be a mixing of characters between her two series, but the spotlight focused more on Will & Faith than on Sara. She had about as much page time as the victims in this story.

    Also I think it is interesting to note that the author did not make the victims likeable in the least, but you were still hoping they would come out alive in the end.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 27, 2009

    Another great Slaughter book

    This book is my favorite of the series and very well written. I read this book in 2 days and am already looking for the next one to come out.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 26, 2009

    Wonderful book.

    I read this book in 2 days. I couldn't put it down. The characters were interesting and intriguing. Her writing style is fast paced and thorough. I have read numerous Karen Slaughter books and have enjoyed all of them, although I think this was her best.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 1, 2013

    Really enjoyed

    Slaughter's novels keep the reader guessing. This one is another goody.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 8, 2013

    Sissy 5/2013 Did not like ending

    Sissy

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 11, 2013

    Fabuloud

    I cannot get eniugh of this author

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  • Posted January 11, 2013

    AS USUAL

    She wrote another same ol same ol book. I love her writing but this one did not blow me out of the water. Maybe she has run out of ideas. I live in Atlanta so I like reading about my area in her books. I recommend it but she needs some new material. I'm reading Criminal and really HATE that one so far.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 20, 2012

    Overdone

    A misuse of writers talent. Her ability to create interesting characters and plot is overwhelmed by the sadism and gore that permeates the book. I could not get through it even though i liked her other work.

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  • Posted September 9, 2012

    Luv this series

    Just started reading this author and i must say LOVE reading her. Even if i read out of order

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 28, 2012

    Love it

    I love Karin Slaughter's books, but have never seen such a cast of character who have such crappy luck. These oeople must have been born on Friday the 13th, walk under ladders everyday, sleep surrounded by black cats, ect, ect. Her characters should be crazy by now. Slaughter writes with a stomach clenching flair for the horrors that humans can inflict on one another. Very gritty and visceral.

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