Some stories go on forever. . . . The grips have done part the task and now adrenaline jets the flowing. Others are a waste of readers’ time. Ah, the time for different excursions. For the most part, satisfaction and well laid foundation are a Siamese pair. Get the plot inconceivably yet seemingly condensable links and backstories and the unforgiving razor pares this relationship. Severing may be terminal on either or both.
As far as Point Deception impresses with the writing, it falls somehow badly on its own propulsions. For a mystery story, it dwells heavily on character development at the expense of detection and mystery-solving. An eminent mystery seeker may be put off by the meandering of the story-line across personal issues and pasts of people that are the knit of the murders that occurred at Point Deception in a new wake of numinous murders. The backlogs render too much into particular persons to read as biographies, which jeopardizes both length and enjoyability of the book to acclimated mystery seekers.
You may think you’re a hotshot detective, lady, but you’re nothing on me.
The main appeal is largely at the closure. The original murders have been used as a cultivation point and minstrel to one unlikely melody at the brief closure. Bait. Further enmeshed in many unnatural conversations. The upbeat use of slang may try to appeal to a YA audience at a very sickening precedence. Some colloquials are so conventional they do the author some discredit, but the ending was perfect. The book outlines some achievements at the back but my considerations towards the author remain limited. If only all that detail went into polishing the crimes.