Field of Prey

5/13/19
For the record, I did go back and read them all again. Still as good as the first time.

6/13/14
I love these books. I love these books so much I'm considering blowing off all the books I have started reading and just going back to Rules of Prey and start the whole series over again. Honestly, they really do just get better and better. After Stolen Prey and Letty's amazing freaking amazing-ness (there's really no words for how much I love Letty) and then the appearance of Kidd & Lauren in Silken Prey I really didn't imagine that things would get even better, but they did.

Here's why John Sandford is such a perfect story teller: He tells a slow burner story. There is this HUGE case in Red Wing and Lucas isn't even the head investigator. He's the heavy. He's the one Rose Marie sends in to get shit done.

So he's doing. And usually he's doing with Del, Jenkins or Shrake along for the ride, but this time there's stuff going on all over the place and everyone, including Virgil are off on other cases. So Lucas is poking around. And the whole time you know who the killer is. You know how close and how far they are from him. But everything is taking time. Lucas jumps to the wrong conclusions, makes assumptions that are close, but not right. He gets the guy, right there, but then skips right over him. And you, as the reader are thinking, holy crap! He's RIGHT THERE!

But you're not mad, because if you've read a Lucas Davenport book you know he'll get it done.

So you wait. And while things are moving slowly you aren't frustrated or bored. Sandford somehow makes the mundane interesting. In the middle of the giant case, Lucas goes home so he can go shopping to buy new shoes. But that's how real life works. Cases don't get solved right away. Sometimes months go by. Sometimes cases go cold.

But then shit hits the fan. And it isn't even anything to do with what you think it should be, but damn it, I'm invested. I'm invested in all of these people. For most of them, I've been with them for 20 years. They're like my book friends.

So some shit hits the fan, but then all of a sudden, ALL of the shit hits the fan and I've got 88 more pages to go and I'm slapping my legs, bouncing up and down, pulling my hair, everything but biting my nails. And it is so intense that when it's over I feel drained. I feel relief and I feel spent.

Lucas is flawed. And he's bent and twisted and ruthless. But he is good and dependable and loyal and a fucking maniac. And damnit I love Weather. I love that she knows this man so well and loves him for it, expects nothing less than who he is, what he's capable of.

There is no better author out there. None.