Invisible Prey

By John Sandford



Walking through Houston airport I spotted this tome on top of a trash can. Too bad the cleaners didn’t beat me to it. I read another John Sandford book earlier this year. Notice I didn’t reference it by name. That’s because the name of the book isn’t important. What is important is that you know it was written by John Sandford. His name appears above the title. On the spine his name is BIGGER! than the title!

I also learned that John Sandford is not even the name of the old coot who appears on the back cover. It’s a pseudonym of John Camp. Whew!

Anyway I didn’t find this story as gripping as the last. There were grizzly murders, robberies, alluded sex took place. You know everything that a police detective novel needs to stay fresh and exciting.

I’ll give J.S. or J.C. if you prefer, this. He gives up who did it about halfway through the book yet I kept reading to see how it would all turn out. It’s just that I found myself not really caring. You might ask: “David, why do you keep picking up and reading these books?” One; habit. I see a free book, I take it. Two; a lot of the books I picked out to read, purchased, and have at home waiting to be read are hardback. They don’t really fit in my suitcase. I really need to reorganize my suitcase so that it’s not so heavy and I’ll be able to fit a hardback book inside. As of now I’ve got a stack 3 high of found airport books. None are really calling to me so I’ll make it a point to take one of my other books next time I go to work.

The good news about my stack is that they are all fluff books. You know, easy reads that keep you entertained. You hope. Maybe I should be hoping that next time I’m at the airport any books lying around are invisible prey. Or maybe I should just stop hunting.