I Know A Secret by Tess Gerritsen

Has it been twelve books already? Seems like yesterday, I picked up The Surgeon and dived into the homicide world of Boston PD. While it wasn’t always a smooth ride with detective Jane Rizzoli and medical examiner Maura Isles, I’ve come to enjoy the stories they find themselves in.

I Know I SecretI devoured the books that followed and awaited for the next. Each time, the writing skills of Tess Gerritsen drew me deeper into their world. From the ups (The Mephisto Club) and downs (Last to Die and Die Again), I’ve come to understand that just because the case failed to thrill me, it’s the lives of the heroines that keep me coming back.

I Know A Secret delivered an unexpected left hook that knocked me off kilter. While the case kept me on the edge, leaving me second guessing myself until the end, it was the drama that reached its boiling point that kept me on my edge. Between a crumbling marriage in the Rizzoli family, an estranged mother’s deathbed, and two rekindling broken relationships.

Holly has a secret. One she’s been keeping for some time. Her former classmates begin to turn up dead. What’s worse is that they’re being desecrated postmortem to resemble martyred saints. And she begins to connect the dots, knowing that the decade old secret might come to light again as detective Jane Rizzoli begins to look into the shared history of all the victims. And it all begins to point at Holly.

There are moments where it read like Confessions of a Sociopath was a reference with the narration. This wouldn’t be a problem if I hadn’t disliked that book (I never finished it, a very rare occurrence). However, the set up promises a new arch-nemesis for Jane Rizzoli—one that puts Warren Hoyt to shame.

While introducing new foes, Tess Gerritsen does serve up a heaping plate full of old friends and enemies. Amalthea Lank, Maura Isles’ biological murderous mother; Angela Rizzoli, who struggles to keep her sanity in a marriage that ended ages ago; and the return of Father Daniel Brophy, Maura’s former lover.

There is no doubt in my mind that Tess Gerristen has several more cases for this team; although, there are times when it feels like this is the beginning of the end for the series. Still, I’m hoping for a Mephisto Club (or, at least, an Evensong) spin-off series. Maybe one day. Until next time, keep on huntin’.


Here’s to staying happy


This alone made me want to buy the book


I finished reading Star Wars: Death Troopers. I know, finally, right? I moved on to read Body Double by Tess Gerristen, being the fourth book in the Rizzoli & Isles series (third, actually, as Maura Isles didn’t show up until The Apprentice). I decided against giving Moxyland a go because after reading Star Wars, I needed something other than a bleak future – a bleak present day works better for me, anyway.

Because I needed cat food, I walked to the Family Dollar today – reusable bag in hand. I don’t know about your local chains, but the one by my house is doing away with plastic bags soon. En route, I remembered how much I like walking to places. Walking, in general. It lifted my spirits. Nothing was going to ruin my day. I even spoke to the check out girl while she scanned the items – I also bought food for me. She was searching for my bag’s tag when I told her I brought it from home.

“You’re one of the few who actually bring them,” she said.

“I actually forgot it the last time I came in,” I said.

“Well, soon everyone’s gonna have to remember.”

“Yeah. Otherwise they’re gonna have to pay fifty cents extra every time they come in.”

Walking home, I caught myself smiling – something I rarely do these days, especially on my own. I started thinking about the job I haven’t heard from. Even if I don’t get it, I’m not gonna let it get me down. No matter how much it crushes my spirits, I won’t allow it. Because I don’t get many of these days. I deserve to keep it safe. I’ll look around for more work. I’ll do my best to look forward. I want this feeling to stay.