This instalment in the series felt a little too mystical for me, right from the outset. Maybe it’s just me, but when I read crime novels, I want to read realistic – if slightly overwrought – police fiction. If I wanted to read fantasy, I’d pick up a fantasy book.
I really loved this book. I was starting to get a little bit bored with the series, to be honest, but Maura’s adventures in the snow made everything seem a little bit new and exciting.
Gerritsen’s writing was, as usual, mostly neat and to the point. While she occasionally gets into more description than is necessary, she’s generally pretty good at being economical with the prose and keeping things down to the basics. I appreciate that in a crime/mystery novel.
The Mephisto Club definitely pushed the series into a bit of a new direction. It introduced some new secondary characters and a bit of a recurring theme of intellectual curiosity about evil into the series.
Though I have to admit that I didn’t really love the sudden pregnancy loop that Rizzoli’s character was thrown for in the series, I liked the way that this novel tied that subplot into the overall arc of the books.