Nancy. Nancy. Nancy. I love you, but please don’t give up your 8:00 PM EST HLN slot to write. The Eleventh Victim was a HUGE disappointment. Alisa — it’s all yours.
Half-way through the book, when I read, “He felt the rush of diarrhea and held it in only with a quick, powerful effort, his haunches tensed together,” I just about gave up reading the rest. I probably should of. It did get a bit better, but not much. I tried so hard to like this book, inspired by Nancy’s own beginnings as a prosecutor and the tragic death of her fiance, but it simply didn’t happen.
I do like the book cover, and I like the way the fonts are used at the beginning of each new chapter. The content? Nancy. Nancy. Nancy. One more thing — y’all know I love dogs. But the whole 8 wiener dog thing (trying not to spoil anything for those of you planning to read the book) was lost on me.