Copyright 2013 by Catherine Coulter. Published by G.P. Putnam’s Sons, New York NY.
I had a really hard time finishing this book. I felt that I should be liking it more than I was. I blamed the good weather, the holidays, Jett’s death, demands of a long To Do list.
But now I think that the book just sucked.
This was my first Catherine Coulter book and it will be my last.
Let’s start with the title. Bomb Shell. I have no idea why she chose this for a title other than it catches the eye. There are no bombs in the book. There isn’t even a busty blond.
Next, the plot. Or rather the plots because there are two: a mysterious set of events resulting in murder in a rural Virginia town and the murder of the grandson of the ex-chairman of the Federal Reserve in Washington DC. I expected that these two plotlines would eventually converge. But other than having some of the FBI folks involved in both there was no connection. I think Coulter just had two ideas that she couldn’t turn into stand-alone books so she threw them together. Lazy. I hate that.
Also, the rural Virginia plot involved the MS-13 gang and a world-famous classical musician teaming up to distribute drugs from a cave. I couldn’t help but liken this to a plot from the Hardy Boys books that I read as a pre-teen. Completely ridiculous.
Don’t waste your time. 2 out of 10.