My rating: 2 of 5 stars
I kind of liked this book, wanted to like it more, thought it was interesting, but ultimately couldn’t finish it because the main protagonist, Moody, was so damn unlikeable. My God, he was sarcastic, snarky, bitchy, etc., ALL of the time, and it got damn old, particularly when he was a repeated asshole to his polite temporary Native American partner, Ooljee. Moody is sent from his beloved Tampa out to Arizona to help investigate a murder that might have originated regarding Indian artwork and the second he steps off the plane into the heat he starts griping. And never stops. At some point, you come to expect that virtually everything he says he’ll say with a griping, bitchy tone just to offend the likeable Ooljee. What a dick! I hated him. I got as far as page 156 and gave up, even though the book was intriguing and I wanted to find out what ultimately happens. The aggravation of Moody’s moods wasn’t worth finishing the book. Foster really ticked me off for writing such an annoying character into the main protagonist’s role in this book. It is such overkill. You’d think Foster could have eased off the pedal at times, but no, it’s non-stop bitchiness. I’ve never hated a character as much as I hate Moody. I can’t recommend this book to anyone and the only reason I’m even giving it two whole stars is because the premise is so original. Otherwise I would have given it one star. Loser character, loser book.