Okay.
Okay.
[*steadies self on bookcase]
Um... let's just say I'm glad not all Charles Martin books are written in this fashion.
I can say this isn't quite as graphic as the previous book as far as injury detail. I was never really "grossed out."
But the absolute fury-filled revengeful hatred—it's pasted plain and clear all throughout this book. And I was so deathly disappointed in Murphy. I know it was done on purpose for the sake of character development—he learns the biggest lesson of all in the end, and I was glad to see it on the page—but the way he thought and acted in this book made me really upset.

And I wish Bones hadn't had to die for Murphy to finally see how thick-headed he was being.

Also. The ending, the scene at the well. It was very sudden, I hadn't even suspected it, and I did have to set the book down for a bit. I don't like the way it ended. I don't think it could've ended differently, but I don't like it.
Probably the most unrealistic book in the series so far, mostly because of the dialogue—no one talks like that. Also because of the emphasis it put on Frank having no heart, and then making him so passionate about his birth certificate and so heart-broken in the end—it just didn't match up. Of course I enjoyed the story because it's Charles Martin. But it made me very weary. I hope he writes something a little more lighthearted next.