“Erin Blake has one of those names. A name that, like Natalee Holloway or Elizabeth Smart, is inextricably linked to a grisly crime. As a toddler, Erin survived for three days alongside the corpse of her murdered mother, and the case—which remains unsolved—fascinated a nation. Her father’s identity unknown, Erin was taken in by her mother’s best friend and has become a relatively normal teen in spite of the looming questions about her past.
Fourteen years later, Erin is once again at the center of a brutal homicide when she finds the body of her biology teacher. When questioned by the police, Erin tells almost the whole truth, but never voices her suspicions that her mother’s killer has struck again in order to protect the casework she’s secretly doing on her own.
Inspired by her uncle, an FBI agent, Erin has ramped up her forensic hobby into a full-blown cold-case investigation. This new murder makes her certain she’s close to the truth, but when all the evidence starts to point the authorities straight to Erin, she turns to her longtime crush (and fellow suspect) Journey Michaels to help her crack the case before it’s too late.”
This book is a disgrace to murder mysteries everywhere.
Well, To Catch a Killer wasn’t the worst mystery I’ve ever read…. But it’s definitely up there in the top five. It was SO BORING.
It doesn’t give the perp right away, but it might as well have. I still saw the end coming from a thousand miles away. It failed to wow me with Erin, or Journey. It kind of makes me sob.
BECAUSE JOURNEY IS AN AWESOME NAME.
WHY. WhY SuCh An AwEsOmE nAme? With such a boring story?! Ugh.
It just plods along. And it’s completely idiotic, because she thinks Journey is the killer…but then there’s something that ties it to her mother’s murder.
Um…. He would have been an infant when her mother died. Yet everyone treated him as a legit suspect.
UM. BABIES CAN’T STAB PEOPLE REPEATEDLY.
The whole book made police look like fools, who only did a haphazard job of investigating anyway.
Attempted murder with a car? Sure, let’s just dust the car handle for finger prints. Not anything else. Let’s have a novice-investigator-teenage-girl find all the things because we are too stupid to do it ourselves. WE, the PoLiCe are BAFFLED by crime. Crime? We don’t know what that is!
It was all just too convenient, all the time. DUES EX MACHINA STRIKES AGAIN. *shakes fist*
It was almost laughable because she thought she was so good at forensics, yet she kept asking her uncle to tell her how it’s done.
So then, a pathetic masquerade comes off the page. You can tell that those moments solely exist for the reader.
I don’t mean to be so harsh, but there simply weren’t any good elements to it. It got one and half stars simply for not being the worst. Them’s the breaks.
*FTC Disclaimer* I received this book from the publisher in exchange for an honest review. It has in no way effected my review.