Review: The Twelfth Card; and The Cold Moon.

I've read quite a few books over the last weeks, but haven't taken the time to write up my reviews. Some of them aren't memorable enough to take more than a sentence or two.

The Twelfth Card, by Jeffrey Deaver. This is a Lincoln Rhyme novel from 2006. I didn't find it to be all that suspensful. Certainly not as creepy as The Bone Collector. This story is about figuring out who is trying to kill a teenage girl from Harlem, and why. The story takes you through some interesting tidbits of civil war era New York civil rights and the attitudes towards non-white people. In the end, it's all about money. Eh.









Next is another Jeffrey Deaver novel (from 2007) featuring Lincoln Rhyme: The Cold Moon. This one was more interesting, and more complex. The villan creates multiple layers of misdirection. In the end, it comes down to money again. Along the way you learn about the history of clocks, which was amusing.