Mysteries of a burning element: “The Confessions: The Paris Mysteries”

“The Confessions: The Paris Mysteries” by James Patterson is the second book of Confessions series. And it sucks.

At the time, I didn’t realize it was a part of a series; however, just reading it gave enough background on the first book I didn’t have to freak out about missing the plot too much. In fact, I didn’t really notice there was book before this one, like in some where the complicated plot has to be explained, this one doesn’t.

The writing style of Patterson drags out enough of one part of the plot, but the reader eventually gets lost. The only issue I see is how tedious it is to get past this one point. I felt as though there was a long drawn out process of reading a whole 20 pages before getting to a real situation. It was interesting nonetheless, but I feel as though this story isn’t one to be drawn out.

There are decent scenes set up throughout the book. Every great scene seems to have something added that’s sweet yet mysterious. The writing tends to ruin this, but at least there’s some sort of color.

With the characters there are a lot of differences. But main character Tandy Angel has a connection to the FBI as a teenage girl and a famous football player as a brother. She also has a rebellious younger brother. Her older sister was a hopeless romantic.

I didn’t get to enjoy it because of how difficult it was to get down to the actual story and how little the author tried to hook the reader. I usually love books like this, but I couldn’t quite grasp this one.