Camilla Lackberg or irrepressible literature. A whole typewriter if the simile does not take us back to one of those ancient Meccans that stopped being typed in the XNUMXth century. Camilla will then be more of an AI capable of developing black frames with disturbing precision. Because not only do you have to have the idea on which to pivot a story, but also, in the case of suspense or noir, you have to cover everything, complementing it with ramifications that mislead or suggest possible intricacies to the puzzled reader.
On this occasion, she takes up the Faye series as if nothing had happened, after specific incursions that were perhaps due to editorial misalignments on her arrival in Spain or to misunderstandings of the author herself. And Faye, of course, is no longer the same. Despite this, the contrast formula is repeated in some way in this sequel. Because we are once again at a peak of the leading role, at least commercially. But of course, now the thing is to cover such black holes of the past ...
Faye leads a new life in a town in Italy. Her Revenge company is going from strength to strength and her ex-husband is in jail. But just when he thinks everything is back to normal, his little bubble of happiness is threatened again when he discovers that someone is trying to ruin the dream he has fought so hard for.
The ghosts of the past still seem very close and ready to take away everything that is yours. Faye has to return to Stockholm to save what she loves most. She also makes a trip to Madrid, a wink to the readers of our country, which the author loves.
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A boring book where Ms Lackberg has wanted to make a toast to feminism and has come up with a feminist, revengeful and victimizing feminism. All the men that appear in the book are rabble, abusers, rapists or depraved (the aunt has not gone overboard) and when he talks about sisterhood between women, the only thing that is seen are scorned women united to fuck men who used to be with them. they had hurt. An example to follow, yes ma'am.
And, yes, they treat the young and handsome men who are in their way (always lower than them in the social scale, waiters for example) as pieces of meat with whom they have occasional sex.
That your intention has been to make a portrait of hembrism?
I doubt it.
And yes, I am a woman.
Yes ma'am, Jara, dispatching you at ease.
Completely agree. I had not read anything similar from the author. Predictable story, naughty, poorly told, incoherent, a succession of expensive brand advertising…. Erotic touches that play no role. What a disappointment!
If the muses do not arrive …… it is preferable to take a break to offer the reader this very bad product. Of grief!
I detect some disenchantment with this novel by Camilla, hehe. Let's not rule out the blacks because of the business demands of a bestseller like her. But the plot does not seem so bad to me.
It seems that Camilla has joined the bandwagon of me too with this surrealist book where men are the worst, the police and judges are absolutely incompetent and the protagonist is a great heroine who has no choice but to go mad at all men who mistreat her in her life. Totally predictable and nothing to do with other works by this author.
I just finished it and it is terrible, so much so that I doubt that she wrote it and not a black man. Full of "gender" pearls and sexual touches, misspelled, obvious, predictable ... a total waste of time.
I completely agree. This book, although I haven't finished it, is pretty crappy. It leaves much to be desired regarding what I expected from the author. I also doubt that she wrote it. It has nothing to do with his style, it is unrecognizable. The story is inconsistent, poorly told, nothing credible, exaggerated, it has neither head nor tail ... apart from the erotic touches that I think do not paint anything.