It's not a good sign that when reading a book in which the main
character talks about a book she is reading, you're wondering if her
selection is better than yours. By which I mean that the despite
Charlaine Harris' runaway success with the True Blood vampire book
series (of which I'm a fan), her Aurora Teagarden series left much to be
desired. I read the entire series--all 8--and after the fourth book, I
hoped that the series would recapture the hook that got me reading them
in the first place. Sadly, it became more like "a day in the life of a
boring librarian."
by Charlaine Harris
The first book, Real Murders, got me hooked.
Aurora, a mild mannered librarian by day, member of a club for
enthusiasts about real murders by night, seemed to be a page out of an
Agatha Christie novel--the quiet, unassuming detective in a sea of
possibly untrustworthy characters. Though the book had a few rough
spots, I read it quickly and looked forward to the next installment.
By the fifth book, Dead Over Heels, the
series started to go off the rails, or in a post-Indiana Jones IV world,
it nuked the fridge. Sure, it's plausible the main character can
inherit a ton of money, but now she's married to a man who used to be a
gunrunner to South American countries with the U.S. government's
knowledge? And he's wealthy beyond belief too? To compound reader
frustration, his shady past isn't really explained satisfactorily. I
think Harris needed a vehicle to introduce two bruiser characters who
would protect Aurora from unseen foes, since Aurora was made, in the
first two titles, to be so delicate and unable to defend herself that
she can barely retrieve items from the top shelf in a cabinet without
causing herself harm or inconvenience (as a modern woman, I say Aurora
should have taken a self-defense course or two and grow a spine).
Another quibble: At times, I had trouble remembering
how old Roe was--she acted like she was in her mid-60s, but she was
only in her early 30s. This character could have been someone
interesting, but--as a cautionary note to all writers developing their
own characters--making the character's main form of enjoyment reading is
not that exciting--especially when you reference books and give no hint
of their background/story line, assuming the reader knows who you're
talking about. I don't like racing to Google mid-sentence.
Overall, I'd give this series a C. Someone looking
for easy reads could do worse, I suppose, and the writing is solid.
There are a few interesting crimes, though Harris provides few clues to
assist the reader in giving even a reasonable guess as to who the
murderer(s) could be before the end. It's like watching a crime show for
55 minutes, only to discover the murderer was someone never seen, but
only referenced once and in passing--hardly satisfying to true mystery
fans and cozy readers. To prevent frustration, take my advice and stop
after "Real Murders." Then pick up the Lily Bard series, also by Harris,
to find more satisfying mysteries.
Recommended for: Those who have nothing else to read or don't want to think--at all--about what they're reading. Want a lightweight book for carrying purposes.
Recommended for: Those who have nothing else to read or don't want to think--at all--about what they're reading. Want a lightweight book for carrying purposes.