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3.0 out of 5 stars
A fair "airport waiting lounge" read but not memorable, Mar 9 2002
I usually don't read Intrigues (although I make an exception for Gayle Wilson even though I prefer her historicals) but, travelling alone last week, and bored as hell, bought this one at LAX while waiting for a flight back to London. I see now, from looking at Amazon that this is the third in Miller's series about the Taylor family and they are, in this book at least, portrayed as a little bit too good to be true.Mac Taylor ("the professor" according to the Taylor clan details) is a forensic cop who gets blinded in a lab explosion which kills one of his staff. He is released from the hospital, only 6 weeks after the accident, which I thought a bit strange as he goes to live on his own and not into some serious rehab to learn some basic daily living skills. Anyway, his interfering but loving mother gets old neighbour hiding a hurt, Julia Dalton, RN, to come and look after him aided and abetted by Julia's own mother. Without going into too many plot details, Mac and Julia become caught up in a rather complicated conspiracy which has been fomented by an Internal Affairs cop gone bad. The "mystery" of the novel is OK - probably about averagely portrayed. The main focus of the story is on the relationship between Mac and Julia. I felt there were some really pretty silly details here about sudden loss of sight and the impact it has on a man's life. Mac becomes able, almost immediately Julia arrives on the scene, to cope with his blindness and solve a complicated crime whilst on the run and in hiding. Sorry, I believe this stretched reality a bit too much. Julia, for an intelligent woman, aged 30, still sees herself as an ugly 15 year old because she has a poor body image. Mac loves Julie and Julie has always loved Mac. So, ergo, they are destined for a deep and abiding love. Whilst that is OK and quite satisfying for the reader as well as our H/H, the peripheral details of Mac's blindness, the idea that he could solve a complicated crime with the unhesitating and unquestioning support of his family (mainly cops themselves) who, although unquestionably loyal, should have known better is a bit too much for me. I have problems with Intrigues because they are "neither fish nor fowl". I think I will stick to Faye Kellerman or Elizabeth George when I want a detective story, and revert to my usual sorts of traditional contemporaries, historicals and regencies for romance. A good enough book but nothing here that would make me want to read it again.
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