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Over the past year or so, I have read a large number of books by the author Quintin Jardine. So far I have been quite a fan and enthusiastically read his offerings. The latest one I borrowed from my local library, and it is one of his more recent novels published in 2012. It is part of the Primavera Blackstone series.
While I have really enjoyed this series in the past due to Jardine's fantastic description of the lifestyle of a group of people living in Spain in a village called St Marti. I enjoyed revisiting the central characters in this novel, particularly Primavera and her son Tom, but this novel did not enchant me as his previous work had.
The plot of this story was probably what switched me off if I am honest. Primavera is reacquainted with her nephew, Jonothan Sinclair, a professional golfer. A lot of the action takes place around the golf course, with lots of detail about shots and pars or whatever the technical terms are, and quite frankly, I got bored to tears and found myself forcing my way through the plot.
I normally find that the books are a bit predictable in plot structure as Jardine seems to have this routine of a few things going on at once that are actually all linked together, and it is something that works well for him. With this novel, it almost felt like the novel was a golfing story, and for me the crime just wasn't as well woven into the story.
So when we got to the big reveal, I hadn't any idea where it had come from, and more to the point, I didn't actually care.
On the plus side, in other novels in this series I have found that Primavera's character has come off a bit odd due to the way Jardine described her. He seemed to throw in details like whether she was wearing underwear or not for example, which to me is not the way a woman would write about the central character/heroine in their work. Thankfully this was not evident this time, though there was a suspect kissing scene between her and another character that had alarm bells going for me.
Overall, this was the worst book I have read from this author for me. I don't really know why. Possibly because it has followed me reading some pretty well written and gripping work from another crime author, and as a result, this one just seemed so weak and the flow wasn't there for me. I could have stopped reading this one, and it very rare that I find this with any published book. While I would not let this put me off reading Jardine's work altogether, I think I might go back to reading some of his earlier work, as this one has put me right off the Primavera series.