Undone (Will Trent Series #3)

Undone (Will Trent Series #3)

by Karin Slaughter

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ISBN-13: 9780440244455
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 05/25/2010
Series: Will Trent Series , #3
Pages: 592
Product dimensions: 4.30(w) x 6.94(h) x 1.27(d)

About the Author

Karin Slaughter is the New York Times and #1 internationally bestselling author of numerous thrillers, including Cop Town, Unseen, Criminal, Fallen, Broken, Undone, Fractured, Beyond Reach, Triptych, Faithless, and the e-original short stories “Snatched” and “Busted.” She is a native of Georgia.

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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 a little 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. 

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bookworminGA More than 1 year ago
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.
KAY27 More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
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.
trishcTN More than 1 year ago
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.
sassypickle More than 1 year ago
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.
Ze_Pikachu More than 1 year ago
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.
Waldren_James More than 1 year ago
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.
Nova73 More than 1 year ago
Great Book
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is a typical Slaughter book, you won't be able to put it down. I can't wait until her next one comes out
thornpride More than 1 year ago
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.
lec1727 More than 1 year ago
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.
groundedforlife on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Well I've had this book for quite a while now and just couldn't bring myself to read it. I'm a huge fan of Karin Slaughter and would wait anxiously every year for the next great book in the Grant County series and devour it quickly. But then our lovely writer Ms. Slaughter pulled the unexpected and did what she did. And although I completely understand why at the time I was shocked and even though I bought the new books when they came out I just didn't have the desire to read them. But as time heals all wounds I decided to jump back in and I'm glad that I did. This is by far one of her most violent and grisly books to date but I liked it and I liked where it seems she is taking the characters. The three main characters parts are well done and I agree with some of the other reviews the remaining characters are kinda one sided and not much to them. It reads very quick not my favorite in her lineup but I'm glad I read it and I'm glad that these characters are where they are at this moment.
katiekrug on LibraryThing 8 months ago
A fast-paced thriller with more character development than one might expect from the genre, Undone unfortunately suffered from too much gratuitous violence and a few holes in the plot large enough to drive a truck through. And while the three primary characters had some depth, the rest were little more than one dimensional stereotypes. I¿m glad the book read so quickly, and I¿m glad to move on to something else.
ceh0017 on LibraryThing 8 months ago
*****SPOILER ALERT****** This novel was a bit difficult for me to begin due to the changes at the end of Beyond Reach, but once I began reading it, I found it intriguing how Karin intertwined the characters from the Grant series and the Atlanta series. Definitely worth continuing.
tulikangaroo on LibraryThing 8 months ago
This is the first book I've read by Karin Slaughter, and I really enjoyed it. It is taut, suspenseful, and well-thought-out... there is more than one connection between the victims, which shows both ingenuity on the author's part as well as respect for the intelligence of her readers.I really appreciate her characters. They are all flawed, which makes them that much more human... they really are multidimensional. She gives the good and the bad, the known and unknown, the confidence and the questions. Most of all, I like what she's created for Will Trent: a compassionate, insecure, earnest male character. There are only so many stoic male cops with a drinking problem to go around - he is something new.I look forward to reading the rest of the series!(Advance Readers' edition, received from Goodreads 7/6/09)
schpenke on LibraryThing 8 months ago
I wanted to finish reading Undone with the ability to say that I completely enjoyed the experience. I honestly can't say that I did.While I very much enjoyed the story with its intrigue, twists, turns, and action I found more than one of the characters to be completely unlikable. Of the main protagonists in this novel, I thoroughly enjoyed Will and Faith's chemistry together. I loved their humanism and their quirks. Sara, on the other hand, seemed to be such a cliched "brooding-dark-character-with-a-troubled-past" for my liking. It is very possible, of course, that since this is the first Slaughter book that I've read that I simply don't understand Sara's construct. Regardless, I found her to be more of an annoyance than anything else.Otherwise I found this book to be a really delightful read. I can completely understand how fans of Ms. Slaughter can't resist coming back to her writing over and over again.If you're generally new to this genre or just aren't a fan, like me, then Ms. Slaughter might be a very good author to begin your journey.
souleswanderer on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Catching up with Sara Linton and introducing her to Will and Faith has restored my optimism in the Grant County series. I'll continue to read anyone that can fiddle with my heart strings like Karin does.
jamishafer on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Before winning this book, I had never read a book by Karin Slaughter. I'm glad I've now had the opportunity to read work by this amazing author. The book is fast paced and hard to put down. Her main characters are real and compelling, you want to know what happens to them. However, I felt that her supporting characters were missing something. I found myself wanting a different ending, something that wasn't so neatly tied up, or better yet, more than just hints at what was compelling the bad guy to be so gruesome. I'll definately be reading future books, if for no other reason than to see if Will and Sara actually end up overcoming their own challenges.
ElizaJane on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Reason for Reading: Karin Slaughter had a new book out! Comments: A victim of unspeakable torture is found on the highway as she is hit by a car. Convinced she must have escaped from somewhere close by Special Agent Will Trent relentlessly searches until a second, dead, victim is found. An all available manpower hunt continues looking for the crime scene when Will unearths a hidden cellar dugout in the forest floor, a horror room of unimaginable violence. Agent Will Trent and his partner Faith Mitchell plow ahead through local police territory looking for information to make this a case for the GBI. It is in the hospital that they first meet the attending ER physician, Dr. Sara Linton, who works on the first woman who was hit by the car. Soon enough, two more woman are reported missing and time is running out.Karin Slaughter is back in top splendid form. This is an incredibly crafted novel. What an amazing crime, one of the most unique crimes I've ever read in a thriller. She combines a lot of typical serial killer elements with some very unusual aspects and themes that create a downright creepy case. Karin gives her fans everything they've come to expect from her: a gruesome intriguing crime, a difficult to solve mystery (I had my eye on the wrong person the whole way through!), a page-turner, read late into the night book that you wish you could just inhale. Splendid. The only thing I didn't like is the direction the main characters' personal lives are taking. Reading the series in order, you find the personal lives of Will and Faith are a little soap opera going on in the background and I'm just not pleased with the direction each of them seems to be headed. Guess, I'll have to wait for the next book! Sara's character is nicely wrapped up from the dangling ending of her last appearance in Beyond Reach and I'm pleased with the author's resolution with this character although I'm rather annoyed with some of her Grant County opinions, which also leads me into my last statement. I still want more Grant County, Ms. Slaughter! I like Lena Adams (better than Sara to tell you the truth) and want to know what's happened with her and the rest of the folks at the Grant County Police Station.Karin Slaughter is at her best with Undone. No fan is going to be disappointed with this one.If you haven't read Karin Slaughter. Please do read her books in order. This one book is both a sequel to Will Trent Book 2, Fractured and Grant County Book 6, Beyond Reach. Plus Sara, introduced as a character in this book, was one of the major characters in all the Grant County books to date. Also both Will Trent and his boss Amanda (can't find the last name right now) both first made appearances in Grant County books before moving onto their own series. You will get much more enjoyment if you read her books in the order in which they were written.
jmeisen on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Early on in Undone, I wasn't sure I would want¿or be able¿to finish the book. Some of the horrific things that are described as being done to the woman discovered at the beginning seemed just too much, and I worried that the book was an exercise in torture porn.Once past that obstacle, however, I found myself liking the novel very much. It's a familiar plot, as the police hurry to find a serial killer before he can claim his next victim, but it never feels by the numbers.Most of that is due to the main characters. They have apparently come from two separate series by the author, but Slaughter provides everything you need to know to understand what's going on, so that should not deter readers. The single most interesting character is Georgia Bureau of Investigation agent Will Trent, who is (slight spoiler) extremely dyslexic, thinks he's stupid, and lets the women in his life run it. Readers will also meet the most unsympathetic set of victims ever.There's an undertone of misogyny to much of the book, and some very controlling women characters, which did disturb me. On the positive side we have Dr. Sara Linton, who has a powerful story in her own right.The book is suspenseful, with plenty of twists to destroy the theories readers might come up with. The way internal police politics can interfere with an investigation was emphasized to a degree I've never seen in a procedural novel, and it is quite believable. The novel scares and thrills, and even the ultimate triumph seems equivocal. I'm inclined to go back and read the author's prior novels now.
bvsquidley on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Slaughter has created a jewel with her Will Trent character, but the other characters in her books are hard to care about. Likewise, plots not containing Will Trent are predictable. Slaughter's stories have the raw violence that may attract many readers-the warped minds of her antagonists are unique-but if one depends on the development of characters to carry the book, Undone, like previous novels, is sorely lacking.
peleluna on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Interesting concept and a pretty good effort for the genre. I think I could have done without the cliche metaphors and while the two protagonists, Faith & Will, were interesting characters (both of whom I liked), it seemed as though their motivations and background were not fully fleshed out. While the book was suspensful the solutions and the intersections of characters was a little too easy and "neat." Overall, good summer reading for the the thriller genre.
bookworm_naida on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Undone took off from page on and didn't stop. I love when i'm reading a book and it feels like the author is taking me for a wild ride. This is what this book was like, a rollercoaster ride, fast, surprising and thrilling. The suspense slowly builds and I found myself absolutely hooked. The plot was great and the characters were well written. They were multi dimensional, and I enjoyed getting to know them as the story went along. The ending was really good, and all in all, it was a fantastic read. This is the book I was staying up late into the night reading and neglecting some of my household chores to read just one more chapter..... At just over 400 pages, I finished it in 4 days. If you're a fan of fast paced crime fiction pick up a copy of Undone, you won't regret it.
womansheart on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Last night I finished Undone by Karin Slaughter.This is an ER book for me, and was published in July of 2009.Once again, her writing did not disappoint. In fact, her skills are top notch.This is a book that I would recommend to any reader who likes reading about crime fiction, and enjoys characters and dialogue that are interesting and genuine. You may like some of them with great affection and be completely repelled by others.The plot moves along quickly with surprising and interesting twists and turns. The sense of place is excellent. Not for any reader who is too squeamish reading about violence, torture and some brief sexual episodes that are integral to revealing deeper character development of the principal players.WH Five Stars
dudara on LibraryThing 8 months ago
I received an ARC copy of Undone by Karin Slaughter - but it turns out that this novel is to be published under the name of Genesis outside of the United States. A little confusing perhaps, but there you go. I don't know why one name wasn't chosen, and I do think that Genesis is more evocative name. Maybe the religious connotations are too much for the U.S.?Karin Slaughter is one of the leading lights in the crime thriller genre and she has had a hugely successful career to date. She is the author of two series - the Grant County series featuring doctor Sara Linton and the Atlanta series featuring policeman Will Trent. Apparently this novel is the 7th in the Grant County series, the 3rd in the Atlanta series and the first in a new series, the Georgia series, which will feature both main characters. This merging of two stories will surely please dedicated fans, while cutting down on the amount of writing that Slaughter has to do.Someone is taking kidnapping successful women and holding them prisoner in a foul, underground, cave which has been dug from the earth itself. When a car collides with one of the women, who has escapted from her captor, but is tortured and starving, Trent, and his partner Faith Mitchell, find themselves on the trail of a horrific and sadistic mind. When the woman is taken to hospital, Sara Linton is the attending physician and she is horrified by the pain and condition of the woman, who calls herself Anna. Her suffering and pain is beyond belief. When reports filter through of a similar woman being kidnapped, Trent and Mitchell know that they are in a race against time.It's easy to read this book without needing to read the previous novels. While you will be aware of past history, Slaughter does a good job of providing enough information to get you involved. The crimes described in this book are dark and ugly but Slaughter gives her lead characters more than enough human frailty and honesty to compensate for the dark nature. They are genuinely likeable people. Additionally, I felt that the author did a great job of taking the reader through the internal thoughts of a detective who is working to solve a case, as well as showing us how inter-departmental politics can jeopardise an investigation.The novel did feel a little rushed towards the end - and somehow, the ends came together a little too neatly. But Slaughter isn't the first author to fall into this trap and she won't be the last. Overall, this is a good, personable crime thriller. Fans of the genre are bound to enjoy it, and new readers will surely be encouraged to pick up another Slaughter novel.