Nikki Griffin could have been so badass
When I first started reading this book, I thought: I like this chick. I like this story. I like this book!
A badass bookstore owner with a penchant for revenge against bad men? Sign me up for that ride.
The description of this book was so accurate that it would have been a struggle to add to it... had the book continued on with its momentum.
Unfortunately, the book fell flat at the mid-point. At first, Nikki Griffin indeed reminded me of a Jessica Jones / Lisbeth Salander character. She lures men into a state of comfort and then socks them with whatever revenge that deserve. Been beating your girlfriend? Watch out now! Having your employee stalked and followed? Watch your six!
I love that she owns a bookstore. She LOVES books, as do I. I admit, however, that I'm not well-versed in the classics anymore, as my English degree was a long time ago and I don't read that type of book anymore. I appreciate her well-read nature nonetheless. And I LOVE her circle of friends in her "book club". What a great, fresh, idea for a book like this!
Then, however, the book lulled me into boredom. The overarching mystery had nothing to do with men against women (which is how the book is marketed). I couldn't care less about a terrorist plot. I don't read that type of book. What a bait and switch.
This book is guilty of what most movies do: give the audience an opening sequence that's exciting, funny, thrilling, mysterious, all that. And then... there's a shift from all that and the plot goes flat. The only saving grace for this book is Nikki's backstory, which swooped in at about 70 percent of the way through.
It was a struggle to finish this book because I had no interest in the primary mystery.
A badass bookstore owner with a penchant for revenge against bad men? Sign me up for that ride.
The description of this book was so accurate that it would have been a struggle to add to it... had the book continued on with its momentum.
Unfortunately, the book fell flat at the mid-point. At first, Nikki Griffin indeed reminded me of a Jessica Jones / Lisbeth Salander character. She lures men into a state of comfort and then socks them with whatever revenge that deserve. Been beating your girlfriend? Watch out now! Having your employee stalked and followed? Watch your six!
I love that she owns a bookstore. She LOVES books, as do I. I admit, however, that I'm not well-versed in the classics anymore, as my English degree was a long time ago and I don't read that type of book anymore. I appreciate her well-read nature nonetheless. And I LOVE her circle of friends in her "book club". What a great, fresh, idea for a book like this!
Then, however, the book lulled me into boredom. The overarching mystery had nothing to do with men against women (which is how the book is marketed). I couldn't care less about a terrorist plot. I don't read that type of book. What a bait and switch.
This book is guilty of what most movies do: give the audience an opening sequence that's exciting, funny, thrilling, mysterious, all that. And then... there's a shift from all that and the plot goes flat. The only saving grace for this book is Nikki's backstory, which swooped in at about 70 percent of the way through.
It was a struggle to finish this book because I had no interest in the primary mystery.