A Ten-Minute Egg

Karin SlaughterFor several years now I have been most impressed with a crime writer I discovered by accident. I must have read every book she’s done, before or since, and it’s past time I alerted all my other readers to someone who might keep you awake all night. She is NOT a personal friend—I’ve never met her, although at the 2012 Bouchercon Mystery Convention in Cleveland in 2012, I looked all over for her and couldn’t find her.

Her name is Karin Slaughter, and while some of you might think my books are “hard-boiled,” I can assure you Ms. Slaughter’s works are as hard-boiled as a ten-minute egg.

I first found her in a novel called Triptych, which has haunted me to this day. Her series, ten books long at the moment (and counting) are mostly set in Georgia. Her leading characters, Georgia Bureau of Investigation agent Will Trent, his lover, Dr. Sara Linton, and the damaged and memory-tortured police detective, Lena Adams, might just be the best characters in a mystery fiction series since Holmes and Watson.

I just finished Slaughter’s book from last year, Unseen. Gruesome in spots, diamond-hard throughout, and a book, like all of hers, that is impossible to put down.

I recommend her work highly.

Read well,


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2 Responses to A Ten-Minute Egg

  1. Trudy says:

    I’m going to check her out now, Les. Thanks.

  2. Lou Armagno says:

    Les, on your suggestion I happened to pick up a hardback Karin Slaughter’s novel, Fallen (2011) at our Brecksville library sale. All I can say is…”you ain’t kiddin” (keeping you up at night). That’s pretty intense reading. It actually had me grinding my teeth, when I was trying to sleep. Really appreciate the tip. However, I’ll still take a Milan Jacovich mystery any day. I think we’re all missing the wit, irony, and great turn of events at the end of each novel; you’ve always kept me guessing! And especially the “one liners”, Milan throws out every now and then–The king of sarcasm, irony, or whatever you call it in the literary world. Can’t wait to take a trip to Ashtabula! Ciao Lou