Mary Mary by James Patterson
Not much to say about Mary, Mary. It wasn’t bad, it wasn’t good. It was somewhat transparent. I think I’m getting tired of Alex Cross and his family. For one thing, they’re so sweetly devoted to each other every single second that it makes me want to puke. For another, Alex manages to find the love of his life about every other novel. Then it somehow doesn’t work out, leaving him free to find the next love of his life. The police part is OK, but I’m bored with his home life. I’m happy to say that no one attacked them this time. If real life cops had their friends and families kidnapped, murdered, and raped as often as fictional cops, I don’t think we’d have any real life cops.