Reviewed by May
Lila is a professional house sitter and writer. She enjoys taking care of people’s homes while enjoying their upscale lifestyles and peeking at the neighbors. Oh she doesn’t think of it as spying – she’s just checking out what is going on in the world around her since there isn’t much happening in her transient life. Sadly for her – her binocular peeking across the street means that she has a front row seat for witnessing a gruesome double murder.
Now famous artist Ash (brother of one of the victims) has found her and is asking questions, and it would seem that there is someone sinister poking around and trying to see what Lila really knows, and if she has a connection to the reason Ash’s brother and girlfriend were murdered.
I never warmed up to either of these characters, nor did I buy into the romance angle of this story. Right away Ash is taken with Lila and wants to paint her – but we never really get into the how or why they are so very right for one another. I wish I could tell you this was because we were so busy diving deep into a world of intrigue, mystery, and suspense that there just wasn’t time.
The plot of this story and the villains creeping around were ok, but nothing especially interesting or spectacular. Everything just kind of clunks into place in a rather uninspired way that did not do justice to this writer’s talent nor the potential that was here. “The Collector” could have been such an interesting character instead of someone we only really see for a moment at the end. There could have been so much more action, adventure, or romantic development and instead this book remained simply OK throughout.
My biggest annoyance was that this book is packed with sentences that are full of description and yet add absolutely nothing to the story or character development like this one.
She plucked a perfect peach from a fruit bowl, sniffed it as she wandered into the bath with its generous glass shower, deep, deep jet tub and acres of black-veined white marble.
The only thing this adds is page count- which is incredibly long to begin with. That is really a problem because instead of a story packed with plot twists, deep character development, and tremendous satisfaction I had to fight the urge not to skim over the endless descriptions and fluffy meaningless filler.
When Nora Roberts writes a great book, there truly is nobody better. She is supremely talented in writing stories that paint beautiful descriptive worlds and characters that come to life on the pages of her books. Unfortunately The Collector missed the mark on all fronts and instead was a mediocre read that was not especially satisfying from a romantic or suspense standpoint.