by Vanda Symon
This, the fourth and final (so far) Sam Shephard thriller is just like the others.
This is by no means a bad thing.
There is an amazing, electrifying beginning, short short chapters, Sam’s judgemental thoughts on a wide ranging number of issues where Symon appears to putting her own view’s in Sam’s mouth,(to be fair, there was far less of that this time) Sam’s personal life, a slight dip in the middle before an action packed conclusion.
For me this isn’t predictability, it is immensely satisfying having a writer deliver what you expect, served up with a good dollop of New Zealand atmosphere.
Was the ending too much? A lot was piled on, but I really enjoyed it.
I’m wondering if Symon always planned this book to be Sam’s swan song. Dr Symon took a break (if you can call it that) to do her PHD and it was 2011 when this book was published.
When Symon has finished editing and publicising these books for the overseas market, I’ll be excited for her writing return, whether she comes back with Sam, writes another standalone or introduces us to a new series. I’ll be waiting.