This isn't as much a review as it is a lament.
I am finding myself disappointed lately with authors I've always enjoyed. These are all authors who have an ongoing series with particular characters. I'm not sure when I noticed it first. It may have been that last Stephanie Plum book by Janet Evanovich that I didn't even finish. Not sure.
But it came to my mind again this week when I read Jonathan Kellerman's latest, Bones. It wasn't bad. It just wasn't the can't-put-it-down experience that his books used to be. Now I'm reading Scarpetta by Patricia Cornwell and am having trouble getting into it.
So. Is it me? Or have some of these authors lost a bit of their oomph? Does the problem lie in long-running characters? Or have my tastes altered? What do you think?