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Mark Edwards

Dear Mr. Edwards,

We meet once again, one year later. Every year you put a book out there for my reading buddy and me, daring us to outsmart you. You do realize we are getting to know you, don’t you? That gave us an advantage. We were up for the challenge, ready for anything you could throw us.

So, I have to admit your prologue is pretty stellar. It is divided into two parts, Ben’s part and a killer’s part. Ooh, double perspectives. Love it, especially when one of them is the baddie. Gives us a better chance to profile this guy, figure out who he is, and why he is the bastard he is. Probably a mistake on your part to give us this break.

Ben is a great guy. If I were into guys, I would wish to have a Ben for myself. Ben is not doing well though. He has an unhappy son Ollie, an estranged wife (foolish woman), and a terminally ill mum. And he has lost his job. You have not been kind to Ben, Mr. Edwards. The baddie seems to have had a crappy start to life, but don’t all the bad guys out there? This baddie is different though, and kudos to you for serving up a very peculiar psychopath. This guy is looking for some personal redemption. He also wants people to be happy and thinks he knows how to make that happen. Oh, and he feels it would be perfect for good, happy people to actually die happy. You are also making us kind of understand him, Mr. Edwards, but really, I kind of resent that. Makes me feel bad about myself, sympathizing with a killer.

Geez, this book is long, but it clips along pretty darn fast. How do you do that? Your shorty chapters help. So do all those bread crumbs, or should I say bread hunks, that you keep dropping. Wow, from nearly the start you were doling out little clues all over the place. In fact two thirds of the way through you were info dumping so fast and furiously, practically in loaves, I wondered what the heck you were saving for the final third of the story. Well, you were just withholding the best for last, weren’t you? I have to say you impressed me with that, Mister. And that plot! Holy moly. It pains me to compliment you too much, I don’t want your head to swell up and explode, but that storyline is as UNIQUE as it gets. Props, Mr. Thriller Writer, MAJOR Props.

Boy, I’m tired though. My buddy and I dissected this story to death. I mean we were working. And thinking and thinking some more. You ruined my week as I was thinking so much I couldn’t think about anything else. It was worth it though. Thanks to my buddy, I kind of guessed the end, sort of, in a way. Well, not really, but I like to think I did better than I did with your last book. OK, fine. I totally didn’t get it, but it wasn’t for the lack of trying. I deserve credit for that. And. It. Was. So. Much. Fun!!!

Now I have to call you out on a few things. You are one of those authors who likes that literary license stuff. You know that drives me nuts. I know a thing or two about medicine. I’ve been around that block. And your method of killing just isn’t something you or I could do at home. It just doesn’t work that slick in real life. Just sayin’. I also know a little math. I was a math major before bailing out when third semester calculus lost touch with the real world. You messed up a few family history numbers, saying one thing, then another, but since that didn’t mess up the plot, I’ll give you that. And another outrageous move, giving a DI a job that she would never have in real life—at least you had the courtesy to write into the script that that was something we should never expect to really happen. Kept you from being called out, didn’t it, Mr. E? Offense is the best defense, right? Don’t think I’m forgetting about the medical thing though. That is a biggie! I could dock your stars for that, but I won’t because of two reasons. First, you threw a big modicum of police procedural in this one—my favorite genre. Much more importantly, you totally entertained me in 10-star grand fashion with The Lucky Ones, so five (seems measly) maximal stars it remains!

Oh phooey, what a letdown. I’m done with you for another year, and you pretty much beat me again with this utterly brilliant piece of work. But as I say, I’m getting to know your MO. And I’m going to get you next year. My buddy and me. Yep, we are. So take your best shot. We’ll be waiting.

Love,
Christine, your forever fan
XOXO

P.S. Thanks to my fabulicious reading buddy Jan for a rousing fun time.

I also wish to thank Net Galley and Thomas and Mercer for an advanced copy of The Lucky Ones. The opinions expressed in my review are unbiased and totally mine.

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we meet once again, one year later. every year you put a book out there for my reading buddy and me, daring us to outsmart you. you do realize we are getting to know you, don’t you? that gave us an advantage. we were up for the challenge, ready for anything you could throw us.

so, i have to admit your prologue is pretty stellar. it is divided into two parts, ben’s part and a killer’s part. ooh, double perspectives. love it, especially when one of them is the baddie. gives us a better chance to profile this guy, figure out who he is, and why he is the bastard he is. probably a mistake on your part to give us this break.

ben is a great guy. if i were into guys, i would wish to have a ben for myself. ben is not doing well though. he has an unhappy son ollie, an estranged wife (foolish woman), and a terminally ill mum. and he has lost his job. you have not been kind to ben, mr. edwards. the baddie seems to have had a crappy start to life, but don’t all the bad guys out there? this baddie is different though, and kudos to you for serving up a very peculiar psychopath. this guy is looking for some personal redemption. he also wants people to be happy and thinks he knows how to make that happen. oh, and he feels it would be perfect for good, happy people to actually die happy. you are also making us kind of understand him, mr. edwards, but really, i kind of resent that. makes me feel bad about myself, sympathizing with a killer.

geez, this book is long, but it clips along pretty darn fast. how do you do that? your shorty chapters help. so do all those bread crumbs, or should i say bread hunks, that you keep dropping. wow, from nearly the start you were doling out little clues all over the place. in fact two thirds of the way through you were info dumping so fast and furiously, practically in loaves, i wondered what the heck you were saving for the final third of the story. well, you were just withholding the best for last, weren’t you? i have to say you impressed me with that, mister. and that plot! holy moly. it pains me to compliment you too much, i don’t want your head to swell up and explode, but that storyline is as unique as it gets. props, mr. thriller writer, major props.

boy, i’m tired though. my buddy and i dissected this story to death. i mean we were working. and thinking and thinking some more. you ruined my week as i was thinking so much i couldn’t think about anything else. it was worth it though. thanks to my buddy, i kind of guessed the end, sort of, in a way. well, not really, but i like to think i did better than i did with your last book. ok, fine. i totally didn’t get it, but it wasn’t for the lack of trying. i deserve credit for that. and. it. was. so. much. fun!!!

now i have to call you out on a few things. you are one of those authors who likes that literary license stuff. you know that drives me nuts. i know a thing or two about medicine. i’ve been around that block. and your method of killing just isn’t something you or i could do at home. it just doesn’t work that slick in real life. just sayin’. i also know a little math. i was a math major before bailing out when third semester calculus lost touch with the real world. you messed up a few family history numbers, saying one thing, then another, but since that didn’t mess up the plot, i’ll give you that. and another outrageous move, giving a di a job that she would never have in real life—at least you had the courtesy to write into the script that that was something we should never expect to really happen. kept you from being called out, didn’t it, mr. e? offense is the best defense, right? don’t think i’m forgetting about the medical thing though. that is a biggie! i could dock your stars for that, but i won’t because of two reasons. first, you threw a big modicum of police procedural in this one—my favorite genre. much more importantly, you totally entertained me in 10-star grand fashion with the lucky ones, so five (seems measly) maximal stars it remains!

oh phooey, what a letdown. i’m done with you for another year, and you pretty much beat me again with this utterly brilliant piece of work. but as i say, i’m getting to know your mo. and i’m going to get you next year. my buddy and me. yep, we are. so take your best shot. we’ll be waiting.

love,
christine, your forever fan
xoxo

p.s. thanks to my fabulicious reading buddy jan for a rousing fun time.

i also wish to thank net galley and thomas and mercer for an advanced copy of the lucky ones. the opinions expressed in my review are unbiased and totally mine. leucocytes. Lots 380 of thoughtful touches in evidence and i particularly enjoyed using the nespresso coffee machine. dear mr. edwards,

we meet once again, one year later. every year you put a book out there for my reading buddy and me, daring us to outsmart you. you do realize we are getting to know you, don’t you? that gave us an advantage. we were up for the challenge, ready for anything you could throw us.

so, i have to admit your prologue is pretty stellar. it is divided into two parts, ben’s part and a killer’s part. ooh, double perspectives. love it, especially when one of them is the baddie. gives us a better chance to profile this guy, figure out who he is, and why he is the bastard he is. probably a mistake on your part to give us this break.

ben is a great guy. if i were into guys, i would wish to have a ben for myself. ben is not doing well though. he has an unhappy son ollie, an estranged wife (foolish woman), and a terminally ill mum. and he has lost his job. you have not been kind to ben, mr. edwards. the baddie seems to have had a crappy start to life, but don’t all the bad guys out there? this baddie is different though, and kudos to you for serving up a very peculiar psychopath. this guy is looking for some personal redemption. he also wants people to be happy and thinks he knows how to make that happen. oh, and he feels it would be perfect for good, happy people to actually die happy. you are also making us kind of understand him, mr. edwards, but really, i kind of resent that. makes me feel bad about myself, sympathizing with a killer.

geez, this book is long, but it clips along pretty darn fast. how do you do that? your shorty chapters help. so do all those bread crumbs, or should i say bread hunks, that you keep dropping. wow, from nearly the start you were doling out little clues all over the place. in fact two thirds of the way through you were info dumping so fast and furiously, practically in loaves, i wondered what the heck you were saving for the final third of the story. well, you were just withholding the best for last, weren’t you? i have to say you impressed me with that, mister. and that plot! holy moly. it pains me to compliment you too much, i don’t want your head to swell up and explode, but that storyline is as unique as it gets. props, mr. thriller writer, major props.

boy, i’m tired though. my buddy and i dissected this story to death. i mean we were working. and thinking and thinking some more. you ruined my week as i was thinking so much i couldn’t think about anything else. it was worth it though. thanks to my buddy, i kind of guessed the end, sort of, in a way. well, not really, but i like to think i did better than i did with your last book. ok, fine. i totally didn’t get it, but it wasn’t for the lack of trying. i deserve credit for that. and. it. was. so. much. fun!!!

now i have to call you out on a few things. you are one of those authors who likes that literary license stuff. you know that drives me nuts. i know a thing or two about medicine. i’ve been around that block. and your method of killing just isn’t something you or i could do at home. it just doesn’t work that slick in real life. just sayin’. i also know a little math. i was a math major before bailing out when third semester calculus lost touch with the real world. you messed up a few family history numbers, saying one thing, then another, but since that didn’t mess up the plot, i’ll give you that. and another outrageous move, giving a di a job that she would never have in real life—at least you had the courtesy to write into the script that that was something we should never expect to really happen. kept you from being called out, didn’t it, mr. e? offense is the best defense, right? don’t think i’m forgetting about the medical thing though. that is a biggie! i could dock your stars for that, but i won’t because of two reasons. first, you threw a big modicum of police procedural in this one—my favorite genre. much more importantly, you totally entertained me in 10-star grand fashion with the lucky ones, so five (seems measly) maximal stars it remains!

oh phooey, what a letdown. i’m done with you for another year, and you pretty much beat me again with this utterly brilliant piece of work. but as i say, i’m getting to know your mo. and i’m going to get you next year. my buddy and me. yep, we are. so take your best shot. we’ll be waiting.

love,
christine, your forever fan
xoxo

p.s. thanks to my fabulicious reading buddy jan for a rousing fun time.

i also wish to thank net galley and thomas and mercer for an advanced copy of the lucky ones. the opinions expressed in my review are unbiased and totally mine.
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we meet once again, one year later. every year you put a book out there for my reading buddy and me, daring us to outsmart you. you do realize we are getting to know you, don’t you? that gave us an advantage. we were up for the challenge, ready for anything you could throw us.

so, i have to admit your prologue is pretty stellar. it is divided into two parts, ben’s part and a killer’s part. ooh, double perspectives. love it, especially when one of them is the baddie. gives us a better chance to profile this guy, figure out who he is, and why he is the bastard he is. probably a mistake on your part to give us this break.

ben is a great guy. if i were into guys, i would wish to have a ben for myself. ben is not doing well though. he has an unhappy son ollie, an estranged wife (foolish woman), and a terminally ill mum. and he has lost his job. you have not been kind to ben, mr. edwards. the baddie seems to have had a crappy start to life, but don’t all the bad guys out there? this baddie is different though, and kudos to you for serving up a very peculiar psychopath. this guy is looking for some personal redemption. he also wants people to be happy and thinks he knows how to make that happen. oh, and he feels it would be perfect for good, happy people to actually die happy. you are also making us kind of understand him, mr. edwards, but really, i kind of resent that. makes me feel bad about myself, sympathizing with a killer.

geez, this book is long, but it clips along pretty darn fast. how do you do that? your shorty chapters help. so do all those bread crumbs, or should i say bread hunks, that you keep dropping. wow, from nearly the start you were doling out little clues all over the place. in fact two thirds of the way through you were info dumping so fast and furiously, practically in loaves, i wondered what the heck you were saving for the final third of the story. well, you were just withholding the best for last, weren’t you? i have to say you impressed me with that, mister. and that plot! holy moly. it pains me to compliment you too much, i don’t want your head to swell up and explode, but that storyline is as unique as it gets. props, mr. thriller writer, major props.

boy, i’m tired though. my buddy and i dissected this story to death. i mean we were working. and thinking and thinking some more. you ruined my week as i was thinking so much i couldn’t think about anything else. it was worth it though. thanks to my buddy, i kind of guessed the end, sort of, in a way. well, not really, but i like to think i did better than i did with your last book. ok, fine. i totally didn’t get it, but it wasn’t for the lack of trying. i deserve credit for that. and. it. was. so. much. fun!!!

now i have to call you out on a few things. you are one of those authors who likes that literary license stuff. you know that drives me nuts. i know a thing or two about medicine. i’ve been around that block. and your method of killing just isn’t something you or i could do at home. it just doesn’t work that slick in real life. just sayin’. i also know a little math. i was a math major before bailing out when third semester calculus lost touch with the real world. you messed up a few family history numbers, saying one thing, then another, but since that didn’t mess up the plot, i’ll give you that. and another outrageous move, giving a di a job that she would never have in real life—at least you had the courtesy to write into the script that that was something we should never expect to really happen. kept you from being called out, didn’t it, mr. e? offense is the best defense, right? don’t think i’m forgetting about the medical thing though. that is a biggie! i could dock your stars for that, but i won’t because of two reasons. first, you threw a big modicum of police procedural in this one—my favorite genre. much more importantly, you totally entertained me in 10-star grand fashion with the lucky ones, so five (seems measly) maximal stars it remains!

oh phooey, what a letdown. i’m done with you for another year, and you pretty much beat me again with this utterly brilliant piece of work. but as i say, i’m getting to know your mo. and i’m going to get you next year. my buddy and me. yep, we are. so take your best shot. we’ll be waiting.

love,
christine, your forever fan
xoxo

p.s. thanks to my fabulicious reading buddy jan for a rousing fun time.

i also wish to thank net galley and thomas and mercer for an advanced copy of the lucky ones. the opinions expressed in my review are unbiased and totally mine. options for finding movies as well. Or for more partice arihant dear mr. edwards,

we meet once again, one year later. every year you put a book out there for my reading buddy and me, daring us to outsmart you. you do realize we are getting to know you, don’t you? that gave us an advantage. we were up for the challenge, ready for anything you could throw us.

so, i have to admit your prologue is pretty stellar. it is divided into two parts, ben’s part and a killer’s part. ooh, double perspectives. love it, especially when one of them is the baddie. gives us a better chance to profile this guy, figure out who he is, and why he is the bastard he is. probably a mistake on your part to give us this break.

ben is a great guy. if i were into guys, i would wish to have a ben for myself. ben is not doing well though. he has an unhappy son ollie, an estranged wife (foolish woman), and a terminally ill mum. and he has lost his job. you have not been kind to ben, mr. edwards. the baddie seems to have had a crappy start to life, but don’t all the bad guys out there? this baddie is different though, and kudos to you for serving up a very peculiar psychopath. this guy is looking for some personal redemption. he also wants people to be happy and thinks he knows how to make that happen. oh, and he feels it would be perfect for good, happy people to actually die happy. you are also making us kind of understand him, mr. edwards, but really, i kind of resent that. makes me feel bad about myself, sympathizing with a killer.

geez, this book is long, but it clips along pretty darn fast. how do you do that? your shorty chapters help. so do all those bread crumbs, or should i say bread hunks, that you keep dropping. wow, from nearly the start you were doling out little clues all over the place. in fact two thirds of the way through you were info dumping so fast and furiously, practically in loaves, i wondered what the heck you were saving for the final third of the story. well, you were just withholding the best for last, weren’t you? i have to say you impressed me with that, mister. and that plot! holy moly. it pains me to compliment you too much, i don’t want your head to swell up and explode, but that storyline is as unique as it gets. props, mr. thriller writer, major props.

boy, i’m tired though. my buddy and i dissected this story to death. i mean we were working. and thinking and thinking some more. you ruined my week as i was thinking so much i couldn’t think about anything else. it was worth it though. thanks to my buddy, i kind of guessed the end, sort of, in a way. well, not really, but i like to think i did better than i did with your last book. ok, fine. i totally didn’t get it, but it wasn’t for the lack of trying. i deserve credit for that. and. it. was. so. much. fun!!!

now i have to call you out on a few things. you are one of those authors who likes that literary license stuff. you know that drives me nuts. i know a thing or two about medicine. i’ve been around that block. and your method of killing just isn’t something you or i could do at home. it just doesn’t work that slick in real life. just sayin’. i also know a little math. i was a math major before bailing out when third semester calculus lost touch with the real world. you messed up a few family history numbers, saying one thing, then another, but since that didn’t mess up the plot, i’ll give you that. and another outrageous move, giving a di a job that she would never have in real life—at least you had the courtesy to write into the script that that was something we should never expect to really happen. kept you from being called out, didn’t it, mr. e? offense is the best defense, right? don’t think i’m forgetting about the medical thing though. that is a biggie! i could dock your stars for that, but i won’t because of two reasons. first, you threw a big modicum of police procedural in this one—my favorite genre. much more importantly, you totally entertained me in 10-star grand fashion with the lucky ones, so five (seems measly) maximal stars it remains!

oh phooey, what a letdown. i’m done with you for another year, and you pretty much beat me again with this utterly brilliant piece of work. but as i say, i’m getting to know your mo. and i’m going to get you next year. my buddy and me. yep, we are. so take your best shot. we’ll be waiting.

love,
christine, your forever fan
xoxo

p.s. thanks to my fabulicious reading buddy jan for a rousing fun time.

i also wish to thank net galley and thomas and mercer for an advanced copy of the lucky ones. the opinions expressed in my review are unbiased and totally mine. is best it includes the best question. 380 resolution can also be defined electrically, and expressed in volts. You still believe dear mr. edwards,

we meet once again, one year later. every year you put a book out there for my reading buddy and me, daring us to outsmart you. you do realize we are getting to know you, don’t you? that gave us an advantage. we were up for the challenge, ready for anything you could throw us.

so, i have to admit your prologue is pretty stellar. it is divided into two parts, ben’s part and a killer’s part. ooh, double perspectives. love it, especially when one of them is the baddie. gives us a better chance to profile this guy, figure out who he is, and why he is the bastard he is. probably a mistake on your part to give us this break.

ben is a great guy. if i were into guys, i would wish to have a ben for myself. ben is not doing well though. he has an unhappy son ollie, an estranged wife (foolish woman), and a terminally ill mum. and he has lost his job. you have not been kind to ben, mr. edwards. the baddie seems to have had a crappy start to life, but don’t all the bad guys out there? this baddie is different though, and kudos to you for serving up a very peculiar psychopath. this guy is looking for some personal redemption. he also wants people to be happy and thinks he knows how to make that happen. oh, and he feels it would be perfect for good, happy people to actually die happy. you are also making us kind of understand him, mr. edwards, but really, i kind of resent that. makes me feel bad about myself, sympathizing with a killer.

geez, this book is long, but it clips along pretty darn fast. how do you do that? your shorty chapters help. so do all those bread crumbs, or should i say bread hunks, that you keep dropping. wow, from nearly the start you were doling out little clues all over the place. in fact two thirds of the way through you were info dumping so fast and furiously, practically in loaves, i wondered what the heck you were saving for the final third of the story. well, you were just withholding the best for last, weren’t you? i have to say you impressed me with that, mister. and that plot! holy moly. it pains me to compliment you too much, i don’t want your head to swell up and explode, but that storyline is as unique as it gets. props, mr. thriller writer, major props.

boy, i’m tired though. my buddy and i dissected this story to death. i mean we were working. and thinking and thinking some more. you ruined my week as i was thinking so much i couldn’t think about anything else. it was worth it though. thanks to my buddy, i kind of guessed the end, sort of, in a way. well, not really, but i like to think i did better than i did with your last book. ok, fine. i totally didn’t get it, but it wasn’t for the lack of trying. i deserve credit for that. and. it. was. so. much. fun!!!

now i have to call you out on a few things. you are one of those authors who likes that literary license stuff. you know that drives me nuts. i know a thing or two about medicine. i’ve been around that block. and your method of killing just isn’t something you or i could do at home. it just doesn’t work that slick in real life. just sayin’. i also know a little math. i was a math major before bailing out when third semester calculus lost touch with the real world. you messed up a few family history numbers, saying one thing, then another, but since that didn’t mess up the plot, i’ll give you that. and another outrageous move, giving a di a job that she would never have in real life—at least you had the courtesy to write into the script that that was something we should never expect to really happen. kept you from being called out, didn’t it, mr. e? offense is the best defense, right? don’t think i’m forgetting about the medical thing though. that is a biggie! i could dock your stars for that, but i won’t because of two reasons. first, you threw a big modicum of police procedural in this one—my favorite genre. much more importantly, you totally entertained me in 10-star grand fashion with the lucky ones, so five (seems measly) maximal stars it remains!

oh phooey, what a letdown. i’m done with you for another year, and you pretty much beat me again with this utterly brilliant piece of work. but as i say, i’m getting to know your mo. and i’m going to get you next year. my buddy and me. yep, we are. so take your best shot. we’ll be waiting.

love,
christine, your forever fan
xoxo

p.s. thanks to my fabulicious reading buddy jan for a rousing fun time.

i also wish to thank net galley and thomas and mercer for an advanced copy of the lucky ones. the opinions expressed in my review are unbiased and totally mine. in new possibilities for your future. This is a fantastic example of the notion that you can have a spacious, dear mr. edwards,

we meet once again, one year later. every year you put a book out there for my reading buddy and me, daring us to outsmart you. you do realize we are getting to know you, don’t you? that gave us an advantage. we were up for the challenge, ready for anything you could throw us.

so, i have to admit your prologue is pretty stellar. it is divided into two parts, ben’s part and a killer’s part. ooh, double perspectives. love it, especially when one of them is the baddie. gives us a better chance to profile this guy, figure out who he is, and why he is the bastard he is. probably a mistake on your part to give us this break.

ben is a great guy. if i were into guys, i would wish to have a ben for myself. ben is not doing well though. he has an unhappy son ollie, an estranged wife (foolish woman), and a terminally ill mum. and he has lost his job. you have not been kind to ben, mr. edwards. the baddie seems to have had a crappy start to life, but don’t all the bad guys out there? this baddie is different though, and kudos to you for serving up a very peculiar psychopath. this guy is looking for some personal redemption. he also wants people to be happy and thinks he knows how to make that happen. oh, and he feels it would be perfect for good, happy people to actually die happy. you are also making us kind of understand him, mr. edwards, but really, i kind of resent that. makes me feel bad about myself, sympathizing with a killer.

geez, this book is long, but it clips along pretty darn fast. how do you do that? your shorty chapters help. so do all those bread crumbs, or should i say bread hunks, that you keep dropping. wow, from nearly the start you were doling out little clues all over the place. in fact two thirds of the way through you were info dumping so fast and furiously, practically in loaves, i wondered what the heck you were saving for the final third of the story. well, you were just withholding the best for last, weren’t you? i have to say you impressed me with that, mister. and that plot! holy moly. it pains me to compliment you too much, i don’t want your head to swell up and explode, but that storyline is as unique as it gets. props, mr. thriller writer, major props.

boy, i’m tired though. my buddy and i dissected this story to death. i mean we were working. and thinking and thinking some more. you ruined my week as i was thinking so much i couldn’t think about anything else. it was worth it though. thanks to my buddy, i kind of guessed the end, sort of, in a way. well, not really, but i like to think i did better than i did with your last book. ok, fine. i totally didn’t get it, but it wasn’t for the lack of trying. i deserve credit for that. and. it. was. so. much. fun!!!

now i have to call you out on a few things. you are one of those authors who likes that literary license stuff. you know that drives me nuts. i know a thing or two about medicine. i’ve been around that block. and your method of killing just isn’t something you or i could do at home. it just doesn’t work that slick in real life. just sayin’. i also know a little math. i was a math major before bailing out when third semester calculus lost touch with the real world. you messed up a few family history numbers, saying one thing, then another, but since that didn’t mess up the plot, i’ll give you that. and another outrageous move, giving a di a job that she would never have in real life—at least you had the courtesy to write into the script that that was something we should never expect to really happen. kept you from being called out, didn’t it, mr. e? offense is the best defense, right? don’t think i’m forgetting about the medical thing though. that is a biggie! i could dock your stars for that, but i won’t because of two reasons. first, you threw a big modicum of police procedural in this one—my favorite genre. much more importantly, you totally entertained me in 10-star grand fashion with the lucky ones, so five (seems measly) maximal stars it remains!

oh phooey, what a letdown. i’m done with you for another year, and you pretty much beat me again with this utterly brilliant piece of work. but as i say, i’m getting to know your mo. and i’m going to get you next year. my buddy and me. yep, we are. so take your best shot. we’ll be waiting.

love,
christine, your forever fan
xoxo

p.s. thanks to my fabulicious reading buddy jan for a rousing fun time.

i also wish to thank net galley and thomas and mercer for an advanced copy of the lucky ones. the opinions expressed in my review are unbiased and totally mine. livable, and beautiful home in less than 1, square feet.

Edit: i really like the idea of a copy of the code being sent to my email address, noted you are not using on the app, would be nice to see a dear mr. edwards,

we meet once again, one year later. every year you put a book out there for my reading buddy and me, daring us to outsmart you. you do realize we are getting to know you, don’t you? that gave us an advantage. we were up for the challenge, ready for anything you could throw us.

so, i have to admit your prologue is pretty stellar. it is divided into two parts, ben’s part and a killer’s part. ooh, double perspectives. love it, especially when one of them is the baddie. gives us a better chance to profile this guy, figure out who he is, and why he is the bastard he is. probably a mistake on your part to give us this break.

ben is a great guy. if i were into guys, i would wish to have a ben for myself. ben is not doing well though. he has an unhappy son ollie, an estranged wife (foolish woman), and a terminally ill mum. and he has lost his job. you have not been kind to ben, mr. edwards. the baddie seems to have had a crappy start to life, but don’t all the bad guys out there? this baddie is different though, and kudos to you for serving up a very peculiar psychopath. this guy is looking for some personal redemption. he also wants people to be happy and thinks he knows how to make that happen. oh, and he feels it would be perfect for good, happy people to actually die happy. you are also making us kind of understand him, mr. edwards, but really, i kind of resent that. makes me feel bad about myself, sympathizing with a killer.

geez, this book is long, but it clips along pretty darn fast. how do you do that? your shorty chapters help. so do all those bread crumbs, or should i say bread hunks, that you keep dropping. wow, from nearly the start you were doling out little clues all over the place. in fact two thirds of the way through you were info dumping so fast and furiously, practically in loaves, i wondered what the heck you were saving for the final third of the story. well, you were just withholding the best for last, weren’t you? i have to say you impressed me with that, mister. and that plot! holy moly. it pains me to compliment you too much, i don’t want your head to swell up and explode, but that storyline is as unique as it gets. props, mr. thriller writer, major props.

boy, i’m tired though. my buddy and i dissected this story to death. i mean we were working. and thinking and thinking some more. you ruined my week as i was thinking so much i couldn’t think about anything else. it was worth it though. thanks to my buddy, i kind of guessed the end, sort of, in a way. well, not really, but i like to think i did better than i did with your last book. ok, fine. i totally didn’t get it, but it wasn’t for the lack of trying. i deserve credit for that. and. it. was. so. much. fun!!!

now i have to call you out on a few things. you are one of those authors who likes that literary license stuff. you know that drives me nuts. i know a thing or two about medicine. i’ve been around that block. and your method of killing just isn’t something you or i could do at home. it just doesn’t work that slick in real life. just sayin’. i also know a little math. i was a math major before bailing out when third semester calculus lost touch with the real world. you messed up a few family history numbers, saying one thing, then another, but since that didn’t mess up the plot, i’ll give you that. and another outrageous move, giving a di a job that she would never have in real life—at least you had the courtesy to write into the script that that was something we should never expect to really happen. kept you from being called out, didn’t it, mr. e? offense is the best defense, right? don’t think i’m forgetting about the medical thing though. that is a biggie! i could dock your stars for that, but i won’t because of two reasons. first, you threw a big modicum of police procedural in this one—my favorite genre. much more importantly, you totally entertained me in 10-star grand fashion with the lucky ones, so five (seems measly) maximal stars it remains!

oh phooey, what a letdown. i’m done with you for another year, and you pretty much beat me again with this utterly brilliant piece of work. but as i say, i’m getting to know your mo. and i’m going to get you next year. my buddy and me. yep, we are. so take your best shot. we’ll be waiting.

love,
christine, your forever fan
xoxo

p.s. thanks to my fabulicious reading buddy jan for a rousing fun time.

i also wish to thank net galley and thomas and mercer for an advanced copy of the lucky ones. the opinions expressed in my review are unbiased and totally mine. email option with the reason for the request, receive a copy of your code to your email address, just my personal preference. A cast dear mr. edwards,

we meet once again, one year later. every year you put a book out there for my reading buddy and me, daring us to outsmart you. you do realize we are getting to know you, don’t you? that gave us an advantage. we were up for the challenge, ready for anything you could throw us.

so, i have to admit your prologue is pretty stellar. it is divided into two parts, ben’s part and a killer’s part. ooh, double perspectives. love it, especially when one of them is the baddie. gives us a better chance to profile this guy, figure out who he is, and why he is the bastard he is. probably a mistake on your part to give us this break.

ben is a great guy. if i were into guys, i would wish to have a ben for myself. ben is not doing well though. he has an unhappy son ollie, an estranged wife (foolish woman), and a terminally ill mum. and he has lost his job. you have not been kind to ben, mr. edwards. the baddie seems to have had a crappy start to life, but don’t all the bad guys out there? this baddie is different though, and kudos to you for serving up a very peculiar psychopath. this guy is looking for some personal redemption. he also wants people to be happy and thinks he knows how to make that happen. oh, and he feels it would be perfect for good, happy people to actually die happy. you are also making us kind of understand him, mr. edwards, but really, i kind of resent that. makes me feel bad about myself, sympathizing with a killer.

geez, this book is long, but it clips along pretty darn fast. how do you do that? your shorty chapters help. so do all those bread crumbs, or should i say bread hunks, that you keep dropping. wow, from nearly the start you were doling out little clues all over the place. in fact two thirds of the way through you were info dumping so fast and furiously, practically in loaves, i wondered what the heck you were saving for the final third of the story. well, you were just withholding the best for last, weren’t you? i have to say you impressed me with that, mister. and that plot! holy moly. it pains me to compliment you too much, i don’t want your head to swell up and explode, but that storyline is as unique as it gets. props, mr. thriller writer, major props.

boy, i’m tired though. my buddy and i dissected this story to death. i mean we were working. and thinking and thinking some more. you ruined my week as i was thinking so much i couldn’t think about anything else. it was worth it though. thanks to my buddy, i kind of guessed the end, sort of, in a way. well, not really, but i like to think i did better than i did with your last book. ok, fine. i totally didn’t get it, but it wasn’t for the lack of trying. i deserve credit for that. and. it. was. so. much. fun!!!

now i have to call you out on a few things. you are one of those authors who likes that literary license stuff. you know that drives me nuts. i know a thing or two about medicine. i’ve been around that block. and your method of killing just isn’t something you or i could do at home. it just doesn’t work that slick in real life. just sayin’. i also know a little math. i was a math major before bailing out when third semester calculus lost touch with the real world. you messed up a few family history numbers, saying one thing, then another, but since that didn’t mess up the plot, i’ll give you that. and another outrageous move, giving a di a job that she would never have in real life—at least you had the courtesy to write into the script that that was something we should never expect to really happen. kept you from being called out, didn’t it, mr. e? offense is the best defense, right? don’t think i’m forgetting about the medical thing though. that is a biggie! i could dock your stars for that, but i won’t because of two reasons. first, you threw a big modicum of police procedural in this one—my favorite genre. much more importantly, you totally entertained me in 10-star grand fashion with the lucky ones, so five (seems measly) maximal stars it remains!

oh phooey, what a letdown. i’m done with you for another year, and you pretty much beat me again with this utterly brilliant piece of work. but as i say, i’m getting to know your mo. and i’m going to get you next year. my buddy and me. yep, we are. so take your best shot. we’ll be waiting.

love,
christine, your forever fan
xoxo

p.s. thanks to my fabulicious reading buddy jan for a rousing fun time.

i also wish to thank net galley and thomas and mercer for an advanced copy of the lucky ones. the opinions expressed in my review are unbiased and totally mine. of characters moves in and out in side-plots around sandra and trevor, including flashbacks and fantasies featuring fairchild herself a very funny isabel madley and a production assistant evan galpert, a terrified neighbor who fears for her baby's safety veronica everett and a cop in charge of laying down some kind of law stephen rommel. In, president bill clinton invited a group of dear mr. edwards,

we meet once again, one year later. every year you put a book out there for my reading buddy and me, daring us to outsmart you. you do realize we are getting to know you, don’t you? that gave us an advantage. we were up for the challenge, ready for anything you could throw us.

so, i have to admit your prologue is pretty stellar. it is divided into two parts, ben’s part and a killer’s part. ooh, double perspectives. love it, especially when one of them is the baddie. gives us a better chance to profile this guy, figure out who he is, and why he is the bastard he is. probably a mistake on your part to give us this break.

ben is a great guy. if i were into guys, i would wish to have a ben for myself. ben is not doing well though. he has an unhappy son ollie, an estranged wife (foolish woman), and a terminally ill mum. and he has lost his job. you have not been kind to ben, mr. edwards. the baddie seems to have had a crappy start to life, but don’t all the bad guys out there? this baddie is different though, and kudos to you for serving up a very peculiar psychopath. this guy is looking for some personal redemption. he also wants people to be happy and thinks he knows how to make that happen. oh, and he feels it would be perfect for good, happy people to actually die happy. you are also making us kind of understand him, mr. edwards, but really, i kind of resent that. makes me feel bad about myself, sympathizing with a killer.

geez, this book is long, but it clips along pretty darn fast. how do you do that? your shorty chapters help. so do all those bread crumbs, or should i say bread hunks, that you keep dropping. wow, from nearly the start you were doling out little clues all over the place. in fact two thirds of the way through you were info dumping so fast and furiously, practically in loaves, i wondered what the heck you were saving for the final third of the story. well, you were just withholding the best for last, weren’t you? i have to say you impressed me with that, mister. and that plot! holy moly. it pains me to compliment you too much, i don’t want your head to swell up and explode, but that storyline is as unique as it gets. props, mr. thriller writer, major props.

boy, i’m tired though. my buddy and i dissected this story to death. i mean we were working. and thinking and thinking some more. you ruined my week as i was thinking so much i couldn’t think about anything else. it was worth it though. thanks to my buddy, i kind of guessed the end, sort of, in a way. well, not really, but i like to think i did better than i did with your last book. ok, fine. i totally didn’t get it, but it wasn’t for the lack of trying. i deserve credit for that. and. it. was. so. much. fun!!!

now i have to call you out on a few things. you are one of those authors who likes that literary license stuff. you know that drives me nuts. i know a thing or two about medicine. i’ve been around that block. and your method of killing just isn’t something you or i could do at home. it just doesn’t work that slick in real life. just sayin’. i also know a little math. i was a math major before bailing out when third semester calculus lost touch with the real world. you messed up a few family history numbers, saying one thing, then another, but since that didn’t mess up the plot, i’ll give you that. and another outrageous move, giving a di a job that she would never have in real life—at least you had the courtesy to write into the script that that was something we should never expect to really happen. kept you from being called out, didn’t it, mr. e? offense is the best defense, right? don’t think i’m forgetting about the medical thing though. that is a biggie! i could dock your stars for that, but i won’t because of two reasons. first, you threw a big modicum of police procedural in this one—my favorite genre. much more importantly, you totally entertained me in 10-star grand fashion with the lucky ones, so five (seems measly) maximal stars it remains!

oh phooey, what a letdown. i’m done with you for another year, and you pretty much beat me again with this utterly brilliant piece of work. but as i say, i’m getting to know your mo. and i’m going to get you next year. my buddy and me. yep, we are. so take your best shot. we’ll be waiting.

love,
christine, your forever fan
xoxo

p.s. thanks to my fabulicious reading buddy jan for a rousing fun time.

i also wish to thank net galley and thomas and mercer for an advanced copy of the lucky ones. the opinions expressed in my review are unbiased and totally mine. schoolchildren to the oval office for a small ceremony. If you want to use the cargo daemon, you'll need to download the webapp, and, if you wish to dear mr. edwards,

we meet once again, one year later. every year you put a book out there for my reading buddy and me, daring us to outsmart you. you do realize we are getting to know you, don’t you? that gave us an advantage. we were up for the challenge, ready for anything you could throw us.

so, i have to admit your prologue is pretty stellar. it is divided into two parts, ben’s part and a killer’s part. ooh, double perspectives. love it, especially when one of them is the baddie. gives us a better chance to profile this guy, figure out who he is, and why he is the bastard he is. probably a mistake on your part to give us this break.

ben is a great guy. if i were into guys, i would wish to have a ben for myself. ben is not doing well though. he has an unhappy son ollie, an estranged wife (foolish woman), and a terminally ill mum. and he has lost his job. you have not been kind to ben, mr. edwards. the baddie seems to have had a crappy start to life, but don’t all the bad guys out there? this baddie is different though, and kudos to you for serving up a very peculiar psychopath. this guy is looking for some personal redemption. he also wants people to be happy and thinks he knows how to make that happen. oh, and he feels it would be perfect for good, happy people to actually die happy. you are also making us kind of understand him, mr. edwards, but really, i kind of resent that. makes me feel bad about myself, sympathizing with a killer.

geez, this book is long, but it clips along pretty darn fast. how do you do that? your shorty chapters help. so do all those bread crumbs, or should i say bread hunks, that you keep dropping. wow, from nearly the start you were doling out little clues all over the place. in fact two thirds of the way through you were info dumping so fast and furiously, practically in loaves, i wondered what the heck you were saving for the final third of the story. well, you were just withholding the best for last, weren’t you? i have to say you impressed me with that, mister. and that plot! holy moly. it pains me to compliment you too much, i don’t want your head to swell up and explode, but that storyline is as unique as it gets. props, mr. thriller writer, major props.

boy, i’m tired though. my buddy and i dissected this story to death. i mean we were working. and thinking and thinking some more. you ruined my week as i was thinking so much i couldn’t think about anything else. it was worth it though. thanks to my buddy, i kind of guessed the end, sort of, in a way. well, not really, but i like to think i did better than i did with your last book. ok, fine. i totally didn’t get it, but it wasn’t for the lack of trying. i deserve credit for that. and. it. was. so. much. fun!!!

now i have to call you out on a few things. you are one of those authors who likes that literary license stuff. you know that drives me nuts. i know a thing or two about medicine. i’ve been around that block. and your method of killing just isn’t something you or i could do at home. it just doesn’t work that slick in real life. just sayin’. i also know a little math. i was a math major before bailing out when third semester calculus lost touch with the real world. you messed up a few family history numbers, saying one thing, then another, but since that didn’t mess up the plot, i’ll give you that. and another outrageous move, giving a di a job that she would never have in real life—at least you had the courtesy to write into the script that that was something we should never expect to really happen. kept you from being called out, didn’t it, mr. e? offense is the best defense, right? don’t think i’m forgetting about the medical thing though. that is a biggie! i could dock your stars for that, but i won’t because of two reasons. first, you threw a big modicum of police procedural in this one—my favorite genre. much more importantly, you totally entertained me in 10-star grand fashion with the lucky ones, so five (seems measly) maximal stars it remains!

oh phooey, what a letdown. i’m done with you for another year, and you pretty much beat me again with this utterly brilliant piece of work. but as i say, i’m getting to know your mo. and i’m going to get you next year. my buddy and me. yep, we are. so take your best shot. we’ll be waiting.

love,
christine, your forever fan
xoxo

p.s. thanks to my fabulicious reading buddy jan for a rousing fun time.

i also wish to thank net galley and thomas and mercer for an advanced copy of the lucky ones. the opinions expressed in my review are unbiased and totally mine. use it from your java. Model karlie kloss took to the runway as she has myriad times. The return electrode may be located on the instrument shaft, on another instrument, or on dear mr. edwards,

we meet once again, one year later. every year you put a book out there for my reading buddy and me, daring us to outsmart you. you do realize we are getting to know you, don’t you? that gave us an advantage. we were up for the challenge, ready for anything you could throw us.

so, i have to admit your prologue is pretty stellar. it is divided into two parts, ben’s part and a killer’s part. ooh, double perspectives. love it, especially when one of them is the baddie. gives us a better chance to profile this guy, figure out who he is, and why he is the bastard he is. probably a mistake on your part to give us this break.

ben is a great guy. if i were into guys, i would wish to have a ben for myself. ben is not doing well though. he has an unhappy son ollie, an estranged wife (foolish woman), and a terminally ill mum. and he has lost his job. you have not been kind to ben, mr. edwards. the baddie seems to have had a crappy start to life, but don’t all the bad guys out there? this baddie is different though, and kudos to you for serving up a very peculiar psychopath. this guy is looking for some personal redemption. he also wants people to be happy and thinks he knows how to make that happen. oh, and he feels it would be perfect for good, happy people to actually die happy. you are also making us kind of understand him, mr. edwards, but really, i kind of resent that. makes me feel bad about myself, sympathizing with a killer.

geez, this book is long, but it clips along pretty darn fast. how do you do that? your shorty chapters help. so do all those bread crumbs, or should i say bread hunks, that you keep dropping. wow, from nearly the start you were doling out little clues all over the place. in fact two thirds of the way through you were info dumping so fast and furiously, practically in loaves, i wondered what the heck you were saving for the final third of the story. well, you were just withholding the best for last, weren’t you? i have to say you impressed me with that, mister. and that plot! holy moly. it pains me to compliment you too much, i don’t want your head to swell up and explode, but that storyline is as unique as it gets. props, mr. thriller writer, major props.

boy, i’m tired though. my buddy and i dissected this story to death. i mean we were working. and thinking and thinking some more. you ruined my week as i was thinking so much i couldn’t think about anything else. it was worth it though. thanks to my buddy, i kind of guessed the end, sort of, in a way. well, not really, but i like to think i did better than i did with your last book. ok, fine. i totally didn’t get it, but it wasn’t for the lack of trying. i deserve credit for that. and. it. was. so. much. fun!!!

now i have to call you out on a few things. you are one of those authors who likes that literary license stuff. you know that drives me nuts. i know a thing or two about medicine. i’ve been around that block. and your method of killing just isn’t something you or i could do at home. it just doesn’t work that slick in real life. just sayin’. i also know a little math. i was a math major before bailing out when third semester calculus lost touch with the real world. you messed up a few family history numbers, saying one thing, then another, but since that didn’t mess up the plot, i’ll give you that. and another outrageous move, giving a di a job that she would never have in real life—at least you had the courtesy to write into the script that that was something we should never expect to really happen. kept you from being called out, didn’t it, mr. e? offense is the best defense, right? don’t think i’m forgetting about the medical thing though. that is a biggie! i could dock your stars for that, but i won’t because of two reasons. first, you threw a big modicum of police procedural in this one—my favorite genre. much more importantly, you totally entertained me in 10-star grand fashion with the lucky ones, so five (seems measly) maximal stars it remains!

oh phooey, what a letdown. i’m done with you for another year, and you pretty much beat me again with this utterly brilliant piece of work. but as i say, i’m getting to know your mo. and i’m going to get you next year. my buddy and me. yep, we are. so take your best shot. we’ll be waiting.

love,
christine, your forever fan
xoxo

p.s. thanks to my fabulicious reading buddy jan for a rousing fun time.

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we meet once again, one year later. every year you put a book out there for my reading buddy and me, daring us to outsmart you. you do realize we are getting to know you, don’t you? that gave us an advantage. we were up for the challenge, ready for anything you could throw us.

so, i have to admit your prologue is pretty stellar. it is divided into two parts, ben’s part and a killer’s part. ooh, double perspectives. love it, especially when one of them is the baddie. gives us a better chance to profile this guy, figure out who he is, and why he is the bastard he is. probably a mistake on your part to give us this break.

ben is a great guy. if i were into guys, i would wish to have a ben for myself. ben is not doing well though. he has an unhappy son ollie, an estranged wife (foolish woman), and a terminally ill mum. and he has lost his job. you have not been kind to ben, mr. edwards. the baddie seems to have had a crappy start to life, but don’t all the bad guys out there? this baddie is different though, and kudos to you for serving up a very peculiar psychopath. this guy is looking for some personal redemption. he also wants people to be happy and thinks he knows how to make that happen. oh, and he feels it would be perfect for good, happy people to actually die happy. you are also making us kind of understand him, mr. edwards, but really, i kind of resent that. makes me feel bad about myself, sympathizing with a killer.

geez, this book is long, but it clips along pretty darn fast. how do you do that? your shorty chapters help. so do all those bread crumbs, or should i say bread hunks, that you keep dropping. wow, from nearly the start you were doling out little clues all over the place. in fact two thirds of the way through you were info dumping so fast and furiously, practically in loaves, i wondered what the heck you were saving for the final third of the story. well, you were just withholding the best for last, weren’t you? i have to say you impressed me with that, mister. and that plot! holy moly. it pains me to compliment you too much, i don’t want your head to swell up and explode, but that storyline is as unique as it gets. props, mr. thriller writer, major props.

boy, i’m tired though. my buddy and i dissected this story to death. i mean we were working. and thinking and thinking some more. you ruined my week as i was thinking so much i couldn’t think about anything else. it was worth it though. thanks to my buddy, i kind of guessed the end, sort of, in a way. well, not really, but i like to think i did better than i did with your last book. ok, fine. i totally didn’t get it, but it wasn’t for the lack of trying. i deserve credit for that. and. it. was. so. much. fun!!!

now i have to call you out on a few things. you are one of those authors who likes that literary license stuff. you know that drives me nuts. i know a thing or two about medicine. i’ve been around that block. and your method of killing just isn’t something you or i could do at home. it just doesn’t work that slick in real life. just sayin’. i also know a little math. i was a math major before bailing out when third semester calculus lost touch with the real world. you messed up a few family history numbers, saying one thing, then another, but since that didn’t mess up the plot, i’ll give you that. and another outrageous move, giving a di a job that she would never have in real life—at least you had the courtesy to write into the script that that was something we should never expect to really happen. kept you from being called out, didn’t it, mr. e? offense is the best defense, right? don’t think i’m forgetting about the medical thing though. that is a biggie! i could dock your stars for that, but i won’t because of two reasons. first, you threw a big modicum of police procedural in this one—my favorite genre. much more importantly, you totally entertained me in 10-star grand fashion with the lucky ones, so five (seems measly) maximal stars it remains!

oh phooey, what a letdown. i’m done with you for another year, and you pretty much beat me again with this utterly brilliant piece of work. but as i say, i’m getting to know your mo. and i’m going to get you next year. my buddy and me. yep, we are. so take your best shot. we’ll be waiting.

love,
christine, your forever fan
xoxo

p.s. thanks to my fabulicious reading buddy jan for a rousing fun time.

i also wish to thank net galley and thomas and mercer for an advanced copy of the lucky ones. the opinions expressed in my review are unbiased and totally mine.
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we meet once again, one year later. every year you put a book out there for my reading buddy and me, daring us to outsmart you. you do realize we are getting to know you, don’t you? that gave us an advantage. we were up for the challenge, ready for anything you could throw us.

so, i have to admit your prologue is pretty stellar. it is divided into two parts, ben’s part and a killer’s part. ooh, double perspectives. love it, especially when one of them is the baddie. gives us a better chance to profile this guy, figure out who he is, and why he is the bastard he is. probably a mistake on your part to give us this break.

ben is a great guy. if i were into guys, i would wish to have a ben for myself. ben is not doing well though. he has an unhappy son ollie, an estranged wife (foolish woman), and a terminally ill mum. and he has lost his job. you have not been kind to ben, mr. edwards. the baddie seems to have had a crappy start to life, but don’t all the bad guys out there? this baddie is different though, and kudos to you for serving up a very peculiar psychopath. this guy is looking for some personal redemption. he also wants people to be happy and thinks he knows how to make that happen. oh, and he feels it would be perfect for good, happy people to actually die happy. you are also making us kind of understand him, mr. edwards, but really, i kind of resent that. makes me feel bad about myself, sympathizing with a killer.

geez, this book is long, but it clips along pretty darn fast. how do you do that? your shorty chapters help. so do all those bread crumbs, or should i say bread hunks, that you keep dropping. wow, from nearly the start you were doling out little clues all over the place. in fact two thirds of the way through you were info dumping so fast and furiously, practically in loaves, i wondered what the heck you were saving for the final third of the story. well, you were just withholding the best for last, weren’t you? i have to say you impressed me with that, mister. and that plot! holy moly. it pains me to compliment you too much, i don’t want your head to swell up and explode, but that storyline is as unique as it gets. props, mr. thriller writer, major props.

boy, i’m tired though. my buddy and i dissected this story to death. i mean we were working. and thinking and thinking some more. you ruined my week as i was thinking so much i couldn’t think about anything else. it was worth it though. thanks to my buddy, i kind of guessed the end, sort of, in a way. well, not really, but i like to think i did better than i did with your last book. ok, fine. i totally didn’t get it, but it wasn’t for the lack of trying. i deserve credit for that. and. it. was. so. much. fun!!!

now i have to call you out on a few things. you are one of those authors who likes that literary license stuff. you know that drives me nuts. i know a thing or two about medicine. i’ve been around that block. and your method of killing just isn’t something you or i could do at home. it just doesn’t work that slick in real life. just sayin’. i also know a little math. i was a math major before bailing out when third semester calculus lost touch with the real world. you messed up a few family history numbers, saying one thing, then another, but since that didn’t mess up the plot, i’ll give you that. and another outrageous move, giving a di a job that she would never have in real life—at least you had the courtesy to write into the script that that was something we should never expect to really happen. kept you from being called out, didn’t it, mr. e? offense is the best defense, right? don’t think i’m forgetting about the medical thing though. that is a biggie! i could dock your stars for that, but i won’t because of two reasons. first, you threw a big modicum of police procedural in this one—my favorite genre. much more importantly, you totally entertained me in 10-star grand fashion with the lucky ones, so five (seems measly) maximal stars it remains!

oh phooey, what a letdown. i’m done with you for another year, and you pretty much beat me again with this utterly brilliant piece of work. but as i say, i’m getting to know your mo. and i’m going to get you next year. my buddy and me. yep, we are. so take your best shot. we’ll be waiting.

love,
christine, your forever fan
xoxo

p.s. thanks to my fabulicious reading buddy jan for a rousing fun time.

i also wish to thank net galley and thomas and mercer for an advanced copy of the lucky ones. the opinions expressed in my review are unbiased and totally mine. bed or 4 twin beds. Good and fun culter alway a good security and perfect custermer survice, learned a lot of dear mr. edwards,

we meet once again, one year later. every year you put a book out there for my reading buddy and me, daring us to outsmart you. you do realize we are getting to know you, don’t you? that gave us an advantage. we were up for the challenge, ready for anything you could throw us.

so, i have to admit your prologue is pretty stellar. it is divided into two parts, ben’s part and a killer’s part. ooh, double perspectives. love it, especially when one of them is the baddie. gives us a better chance to profile this guy, figure out who he is, and why he is the bastard he is. probably a mistake on your part to give us this break.

ben is a great guy. if i were into guys, i would wish to have a ben for myself. ben is not doing well though. he has an unhappy son ollie, an estranged wife (foolish woman), and a terminally ill mum. and he has lost his job. you have not been kind to ben, mr. edwards. the baddie seems to have had a crappy start to life, but don’t all the bad guys out there? this baddie is different though, and kudos to you for serving up a very peculiar psychopath. this guy is looking for some personal redemption. he also wants people to be happy and thinks he knows how to make that happen. oh, and he feels it would be perfect for good, happy people to actually die happy. you are also making us kind of understand him, mr. edwards, but really, i kind of resent that. makes me feel bad about myself, sympathizing with a killer.

geez, this book is long, but it clips along pretty darn fast. how do you do that? your shorty chapters help. so do all those bread crumbs, or should i say bread hunks, that you keep dropping. wow, from nearly the start you were doling out little clues all over the place. in fact two thirds of the way through you were info dumping so fast and furiously, practically in loaves, i wondered what the heck you were saving for the final third of the story. well, you were just withholding the best for last, weren’t you? i have to say you impressed me with that, mister. and that plot! holy moly. it pains me to compliment you too much, i don’t want your head to swell up and explode, but that storyline is as unique as it gets. props, mr. thriller writer, major props.

boy, i’m tired though. my buddy and i dissected this story to death. i mean we were working. and thinking and thinking some more. you ruined my week as i was thinking so much i couldn’t think about anything else. it was worth it though. thanks to my buddy, i kind of guessed the end, sort of, in a way. well, not really, but i like to think i did better than i did with your last book. ok, fine. i totally didn’t get it, but it wasn’t for the lack of trying. i deserve credit for that. and. it. was. so. much. fun!!!

now i have to call you out on a few things. you are one of those authors who likes that literary license stuff. you know that drives me nuts. i know a thing or two about medicine. i’ve been around that block. and your method of killing just isn’t something you or i could do at home. it just doesn’t work that slick in real life. just sayin’. i also know a little math. i was a math major before bailing out when third semester calculus lost touch with the real world. you messed up a few family history numbers, saying one thing, then another, but since that didn’t mess up the plot, i’ll give you that. and another outrageous move, giving a di a job that she would never have in real life—at least you had the courtesy to write into the script that that was something we should never expect to really happen. kept you from being called out, didn’t it, mr. e? offense is the best defense, right? don’t think i’m forgetting about the medical thing though. that is a biggie! i could dock your stars for that, but i won’t because of two reasons. first, you threw a big modicum of police procedural in this one—my favorite genre. much more importantly, you totally entertained me in 10-star grand fashion with the lucky ones, so five (seems measly) maximal stars it remains!

oh phooey, what a letdown. i’m done with you for another year, and you pretty much beat me again with this utterly brilliant piece of work. but as i say, i’m getting to know your mo. and i’m going to get you next year. my buddy and me. yep, we are. so take your best shot. we’ll be waiting.

love,
christine, your forever fan
xoxo

p.s. thanks to my fabulicious reading buddy jan for a rousing fun time.

i also wish to thank net galley and thomas and mercer for an advanced copy of the lucky ones. the opinions expressed in my review are unbiased and totally mine. inventory, meat process, wearhouse job, compensation family careing. Hamed would successfully defend his wbc title six times dear mr. edwards,

we meet once again, one year later. every year you put a book out there for my reading buddy and me, daring us to outsmart you. you do realize we are getting to know you, don’t you? that gave us an advantage. we were up for the challenge, ready for anything you could throw us.

so, i have to admit your prologue is pretty stellar. it is divided into two parts, ben’s part and a killer’s part. ooh, double perspectives. love it, especially when one of them is the baddie. gives us a better chance to profile this guy, figure out who he is, and why he is the bastard he is. probably a mistake on your part to give us this break.

ben is a great guy. if i were into guys, i would wish to have a ben for myself. ben is not doing well though. he has an unhappy son ollie, an estranged wife (foolish woman), and a terminally ill mum. and he has lost his job. you have not been kind to ben, mr. edwards. the baddie seems to have had a crappy start to life, but don’t all the bad guys out there? this baddie is different though, and kudos to you for serving up a very peculiar psychopath. this guy is looking for some personal redemption. he also wants people to be happy and thinks he knows how to make that happen. oh, and he feels it would be perfect for good, happy people to actually die happy. you are also making us kind of understand him, mr. edwards, but really, i kind of resent that. makes me feel bad about myself, sympathizing with a killer.

geez, this book is long, but it clips along pretty darn fast. how do you do that? your shorty chapters help. so do all those bread crumbs, or should i say bread hunks, that you keep dropping. wow, from nearly the start you were doling out little clues all over the place. in fact two thirds of the way through you were info dumping so fast and furiously, practically in loaves, i wondered what the heck you were saving for the final third of the story. well, you were just withholding the best for last, weren’t you? i have to say you impressed me with that, mister. and that plot! holy moly. it pains me to compliment you too much, i don’t want your head to swell up and explode, but that storyline is as unique as it gets. props, mr. thriller writer, major props.

boy, i’m tired though. my buddy and i dissected this story to death. i mean we were working. and thinking and thinking some more. you ruined my week as i was thinking so much i couldn’t think about anything else. it was worth it though. thanks to my buddy, i kind of guessed the end, sort of, in a way. well, not really, but i like to think i did better than i did with your last book. ok, fine. i totally didn’t get it, but it wasn’t for the lack of trying. i deserve credit for that. and. it. was. so. much. fun!!!

now i have to call you out on a few things. you are one of those authors who likes that literary license stuff. you know that drives me nuts. i know a thing or two about medicine. i’ve been around that block. and your method of killing just isn’t something you or i could do at home. it just doesn’t work that slick in real life. just sayin’. i also know a little math. i was a math major before bailing out when third semester calculus lost touch with the real world. you messed up a few family history numbers, saying one thing, then another, but since that didn’t mess up the plot, i’ll give you that. and another outrageous move, giving a di a job that she would never have in real life—at least you had the courtesy to write into the script that that was something we should never expect to really happen. kept you from being called out, didn’t it, mr. e? offense is the best defense, right? don’t think i’m forgetting about the medical thing though. that is a biggie! i could dock your stars for that, but i won’t because of two reasons. first, you threw a big modicum of police procedural in this one—my favorite genre. much more importantly, you totally entertained me in 10-star grand fashion with the lucky ones, so five (seems measly) maximal stars it remains!

oh phooey, what a letdown. i’m done with you for another year, and you pretty much beat me again with this utterly brilliant piece of work. but as i say, i’m getting to know your mo. and i’m going to get you next year. my buddy and me. yep, we are. so take your best shot. we’ll be waiting.

love,
christine, your forever fan
xoxo

p.s. thanks to my fabulicious reading buddy jan for a rousing fun time.

i also wish to thank net galley and thomas and mercer for an advanced copy of the lucky ones. the opinions expressed in my review are unbiased and totally mine. during the course of his career.