Spoiler alert: No one’s head spins around in this one… but some may or may not be removed…
Dust off your VCR, grab that unmarked tape, and press Play. You’re about to get… what’s that?… The tape is extinct? How does a tape go extinct? So is it a DVD now?… No, it’s a… what?!
A deadly virus running rampant and killing almost everyone who comes into contact with it. Scientists believe they’ve got a way to contain it, but the President won’t make the call. And now, the coronavirus, er, Andromeda Strain may be spreading even further!
Another day, another Alex Cross adventure. This time, Alex Cross is back in Washington DC where a duo calling themselves Jack and Jill go up the Hill… to kill, to kill, to kill…
I’m the kind of person who is willing to read just about anything. As I continue my journey through the Alex Cross series, I’ve decided that erotic fiction is not my jam. Not that I was interested in erotic fiction in the first place. But getting slapped in the face with it in a suspense/thriller novel left me feeling a bit… uncomfortable…
I’m not sure how many people in my generation (I prefer X-ennial over geriatric millennial) even know who Charles Lindbergh was, let alone what happened to his kid. But you can learn all about it in this thriller in which a character has somewhat of an obsession with the Lindbergh Baby kidnapping…
Not all books with a child as the main character are kids’ books. Especially when the central kid witnesses a gruesome suicide right off the bat and then plays games with the FBI for fear that his own life is in danger from the Mafia. You know, John Grisham could write a sequel to this called “The Client” where this kid is in therapy the rest of his life…