|Book: 'While My Pretty One Sleeps", Mary Higgins Clark|
A book I had initially neglected to peruse with any real seriousness, reminiscent of my usual approach to literature in general, and subsequently regretted; finding myself rather appeased at a second glance, shall we call it...
In a previous Clark book, "Moonlight Becomes You", I had been rather enthralled by her robustly feminine approach to crime fiction; a gasp of fresh hair, having been accustomed to your Jonathan Kellerman, Dan Brown, and Sydney Sheldon, masochistic and sometimes one-sided stories.
"While My Pretty one Sleeps", which I'm yet to complete, and have already made several predictions about the denouement for, is told unconventionally against the backdrop of a fashion-driven society- a coincidental aspect, that I did not expect to encounter, but eased in towards, naturally.
I love that the story builds as a reality does, with less brutality and dramatized scenes of gore and unforgettable murders, with elongated investigations and investigators who lack a sense of humor, eat stale doughnuts, and drink oil-tinged coffee. It's real enough, to not only relate to the sentiments of the affected personalities, but real enough too, to take your time reading, as you would with someone you generally cared for. Beautiful and gripping.