This book is the equivalent of rubbing sandpaper into my eyes. whoever his co-author is, sucks and is as bad as Patterson. The amount of cringe this book has on story and dialogue knows no bounds. It’s a good ole Cop vs Serial Killer battle, that had promise but the main character is a professor partnering with a cop and the professor is pretending to be a cop and a cop above all the rules no less. It’s a mess.
Also, I cannot stand when an author is so clearly in love with his own voice. Patterson destroys his narrative and characters because of this. There would be moments where the professor and a student would casually flirt but would feel forced. Meanwhile, the whole class does something stupid like, ‘oooohhhh’ it’s dumb and not needed. Now to the worst part. Nothing pulls me out of a book more than when the characters speak or behave in such unnatural ways that it doesn’t feel human. There is some dialogue that’s so bad it’s hilarious. For instance when the serial killer in the first chapter explains his ways of killing he simply says in the first person, ‘Me? I like to mix things up.” The only explanation is that the author couldn’t figure out how humans work. Or maybe Patterson is a serial killer.
Now the chapters, each chapter is between 2-5 pages. Some chapters end in the middle of dialogue and pick up literally in the next chapter/page. It’s dumb and makes no sense and it hurts my head.
Any writer who makes over $70 million a year must be doing something right, and James Patterson is obviously doing something right. Because he’s more of a marketing genius than a writing one. I won’t be reading another James Patterson book anytime soon. There are so many books out there and so little time. I honestly didn’t expect I made it half way through Murder games sober. If I had to read this again I would need a suitcase full of drugs like in ‘Fear and loathing’ and have all the drugs injected into my vein from those morphine bags.