Stuart Woods is a writer who apparently appeals to a lot of people, who I’m guessing are mostly men. Stone Barrington, his sleuth, outdoes James Bond in his luxurious life style. In Shoot Him If He Runs Barrington spends so much time having sex with beautiful women, eating gourmet meals, and enjoying cocktails at sunset that there’s not much time left to fight crime. This became so annoying that I found myself sympathizing with the assassin he was hunting, who seemed to be the only character in the book with a work ethic.
Snow Blind, by P.J. Tracy, is everything that the Stuart Woods books are not. The “author” is actually two people, a mother and daughter duo who have written a gritty and gripping murder mystery set in Minneapolis. My only complaint would be that the horrors of a Minnesota winter are described so relentlessly. A good book to read during a heat wave when the air conditioning is out of order.