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Chargement... The Sins of Tarrant County (Morgan James Fiction)par Sandy Prindle
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The Sins of Tarrant County takes you on a journey into the world of people's court with an edge-of-your-seat action thriller. As the drama unfolds, you will be unwilling to put the book down. Judge Ray Sterrett runs a busy court, raises two motherless children, and oversees a flourishing karate studio. He is financially and politically secure. Life is balanced and enjoyable. Then, in just one week, all hell breaks loose. Someone comes to his court to kill him, just misses, leaves three people dead, and literally disappears into the ground. That's bad enough, but the attempts on his life continue. Sheriff Lee Sanders is a pro who can solve almost anything, but this is the strangest case he has ever seen. How can an uneducated redneck with limited resources evade a statewide dragnet and hire others to finish the job? Is he getting help from somewhere? If so, who? And why? Unknown to both Judge Sterrett and Sheriff Sanders is that another killer is lurking in the background. Aucune description trouvée dans une bibliothèque |
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Ever since the rise of John Grisham, it seems sometimes that nearly every single person ever associated with the legal profession has decided that they too have a legal thriller inside them, just waiting to be written down and turned into a Tom Cruise movie; and now we have our latest, retired small-town judge Sandy Prindle's The Sins of Tarrant County. And like many of these thrillers from semi-amateur writers who used to be part of the legal system (and believe me, I've read more of these now than I care to admit), Prindle's book suffers from a series of basic problems that haunt most such books -- entire chapters that read like court transcripts, characters imbued with lazy stereotypes, clunky dialogue containing too few contractions to resemble regular human speech. ("What are you talking about, Jason?" "It is these example sentences that I am talking about!") It's not terrible as far as these types of books go, which is why it's not getting a terrible score; but Lord, it ain't good, and I snarkily confess that I recoiled a little in horror when reading at the end that this is merely volume one of a coming tetralogy (!) of similarly-themed actioners. Prindle still has some very basic lessons to learn about constructing a novel before his books have even a chance of becoming mainstream hits, and here's hoping that he chooses to get some of that training, to match his admittedly admirable ambitions.
Out of 10: 6.9 ( )