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The Red Room - Nicci French

Titel: The Red Room
Auteur: Nicci French

ISBN: 0718143876
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Flaptekst:

Kit Quinn is a young woman who inhabits dangerous worlds: crime scenes, interrogation scenes, hospitals for the criminally insane. Horribly wounded in an attack by a suspect, she must return to the site of her worst fears. She is asked by the police to advise them on a simple murder inquiry. A young runaway has been found killed by a canal and the chief suspect is the man who wounded Kit.





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I don't really know what to say about this book. I've read it, it was well-written, but it didn't grab me. It wasn't hard to read and all made (too) perfect sense. Kit Quinn is a like-able woman, Michael Doll a creepy madman, and all the other characters pretty standard and unchanging. So there were no surprises, and even, to my taste, not much excitement or suspicion. I've read another book, The Memory Game, by this duo that I liked a lot better. In that book there was suspicion, character-development, and certainly surprises. So this one was a let-down, but maybe the next one will excite me again.

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