My problem now is when I have a book that I am really looking forward to that I can't read just yet. The title in question will sit there, smugly staring at me from my review shelf, teasing me Meg Gardiner's US debut, The Dirty Secrets Club, is one of those. Hell, she got Stephen King's endorsement, and that's more than enough for me! I picked this up when High Crimes was closing down, btw, and I am sorely tempted, even though I haven't read this one just yet, to order in UK paperbacks of her other books, even though they're being released stateside starting this month - yeah, it's an addiction.
Anyway, I am about to tackle what I hope is an amazing thriller (would've started last night but for the achy tetanus shot arm and the Advil PM I took to zonk me out!). Here's the description from Amazon (book is available for pre-order now, release date June 12, look for my review at www.bookbitch.com next weekend).
An ongoing string of high-profile and very public murder-suicides has San Francisco even more rattled than a string of recent earthquakes: A flamboyant fashion designer burns to death, clutching the body of his murdered lover. A superstar 49er jumps off the Golden Gate Bridge. And most shocking of all, a U.S. attorney launches her BMW off a highway overpass, killing herself and three others.
Enter forensic psychiatrist Jo Beckett, hired by the SFPD to cut open not the victim’s body but the victim’s life. Jo’s job is to complete the psychological autopsy, shedding light on the circumstances of any equivocal death. Soon she makes a shocking discovery: All the suicides belonged to something called the Dirty Secrets Club, a group of A-listers with nothing but money and plenty to hide. As the deaths continue, Jo delves into the disturbing motives behind this shadowy group—until she receives a letter containing a dark secret Jo thought she’d left deep in her past, and ending with the most chilling words of all: “Welcome to the Dirty Secrets Club.”
Enter forensic psychiatrist Jo Beckett, hired by the SFPD to cut open not the victim’s body but the victim’s life. Jo’s job is to complete the psychological autopsy, shedding light on the circumstances of any equivocal death. Soon she makes a shocking discovery: All the suicides belonged to something called the Dirty Secrets Club, a group of A-listers with nothing but money and plenty to hide. As the deaths continue, Jo delves into the disturbing motives behind this shadowy group—until she receives a letter containing a dark secret Jo thought she’d left deep in her past, and ending with the most chilling words of all: “Welcome to the Dirty Secrets Club.”