not for me

It’s frustrating, because the basic concept was solid and, written by someone else, it could have been one heck of a mystery. But instead, it was much the same as the first book in Masterton’s mystery series. Hack-y and overblown and too thin.

There was one scene where he describes an Indian doctor as having a hooked nose and looking like he belonged at the house of curry down the street and I balked because it was said casually in passing, like it wasn't blatantly racist. I listened to this, so I can't give an exact quote, but it was even worse than what I paraphrased.

Also, Katie must have a bruised cervix, from all of the “hit the neck of her womb”ing going on. Ugh.
White Bones dealt with a villain with genitals they didn’t want (an intersection woman with enormous, blue veined breasts with large dark nipples and a complete, fully functioning set of penis and testicles and thick, dark, curly pubic hair. Yeah, he sure loves to detail his characters' anatomy. We can't forget Katie's big breasts and tiny frame, because he's keen to remind us!) and this one deals with villains (unwilling castrati) who want theirs back. Masterton is really into penises. His descriptions of glans in shades of lavender and plum, his notations of the beads of moisture forming at the tip... He is in his glory, here, as the victims are all castrated in fun, vividly detailed ways! It's literally dicks left, right and centre.
And Katie is now officially lusted after by everyone of every sex, but watch out, getting close to her is a death sentence!
Masterton should have stuck to horror and sex manuals (although, if he thinks hitting the cervix is universally appealing, maybe not?)

I am not the target audience.
You may wonder, why did you read book two after hating book one? I bought the first three for like, 4 bucks each on Audible all at once. I listened to them because I paid for them, but I can't say I'd ever go back for more.

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