The Jigsaw Man by Nadine Matheson

Rating: WARTY!

"A heart-pounding roller-coaster ride" says Tami Hoag, but really, who gives a shit what she thinks? I don't get the logic here - most probably because there is none, and this book blurb writer quite obviously thinks we're all sheep - that if Tami Hoag directs, we'll all follow? No thanks! Are we supposed to bow down to the recommendation from a woman with whom most of us have zero in common? Because...what? She's a known author? She writes similar books? She's god almighty and we poor miserable peons should gratefully receive her every utterance as gospel? Fuck that shit. The book blurb only makes things worse: "When two victims wash up from the Thames, DI Henley...." I get it: Henley-on-Thames! Hilarious. "...recognizes the gruesome work of Peter Olivier, the Jigsaw Killer. But Olivier is in prison, thanks to Henley, and all bets are off when he learns he has a copycat." Oh, the copycat serial killer. How stunningly original! That's never been done before. Except for the scores of times it has. Yawn. And all bets are off? What fucking bets? Bêtes Noire? Barf. The only thing off was the blurb writer's brain - turned off when they wrote this blurb. Sorry, but the jig is up for this unoriginal author.