I used to be an avid reader of James Patterson thrillers. But let’s face it: we all know he doesn’t actually write most of those co-authored books. He creates an outline, hands it off to a chosen author, and voilà , a new title pops up on the shelf. Last year, I finally decided to break the cycle of mindless buying; after all, those hefty tomes were gathering dust on a forgotten closet shelf. Over the years, Patterson’s plots have descended into a tangle of clichés and predictability, and my interest has evaporated. I was buying his books out of sheer habit—a bad one at that.
So, this year, I took the plunge and purged nearly my entire Patterson collection, keeping only a select few titles that I actually enjoyed or planned to read someday. But here I am, reviewing The Country Road Murders. Why, you ask? Well, I received an audiobook from NetGalley, courtesy of Little, Brown & Company, so I wasn’t forking over my cash this time. Honestly, I can’t quite pinpoint why I chose to listen to this particular audiobook. The co-author, Mike Lupica, doesn’t exactly inspire my confidence; in my opinion, he is a horrible writer. Perhaps all I wanted was background noise to fill the void. Whatever my reasoning, it took me forever to wade through this nearly 11-hour slog.


