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Loves Music, Loves to Dance – book review

This is the second book that I have read by Mary Higgins Clark. I like her style of writing. The novelty in this book is that the killer is introduced right in the beginning and he/she talks about how the whole killing act started and what he/she plans to do next. Of course, the killer's identity is revealed only in the end although you can guess somewhere in the middle of the book who the killer is.

The story is about a couple of women (Erin and Darcy) wanting to help a friend who is doing research on the dangers of answering personal ads. They decide to answer the ads to contribute to the research. Erin goes missing and is found killed.

Darcy is the one who had suggested that they help their friend and also have some harmless fun meeting interesting people. She is driven by guilt and is determined to find the killer. Darcy discovers that Erin is one of many such victims. There is the usual whole bunch of suspects cleverly woven into the story based on the clues found and the common pattern in all the linked murders - someone who knew three of the victims, someone who loves to dance, someone who is good at sketching etc etc. The author maintains the suspense quite well although like I wrote earlier, if you are a thriller novel fan like me, you can pretty much guess who the killer is. You know the deal - the one who is portrayed as the most trustworthy of the many characters usually turns out to be the killer. I won’t spoil the fun for you all. All in all, a good read.

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