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Title: New York to Dallas
Author: JD Robb
Publication Info: Putnam 2011
Genre: Romantic Suspense
The summary: The number-one New York Times-bestselling author J. D. Robb presents an intense and terrifying new case for New York homicide cop Eve Dallas, one that will take her all the way to the city that gave her her name-and plunge her into the nightmares of her childhood.
When a monster named Isaac McQueen-taken down by Eve back in her uniform days-escapes from Rikers, he has two things in mind. One is to pick up where he left off, abducting young victims and leaving them scarred in both mind and body. The other is to get revenge on the woman who stopped him all those years ago.
Normally I'd post reviews books that haven't been mentioned yet, but Silver's review really spoke to me and I wanted to share it. Here is Silver's review:
When SB Sarah offered up books for the RITA challenge, I wanted to review NEW YORK TO DALLAS for several reasons. I’m going to get a little personal so if TMI isn’t your thing, look away. Go ahead. I’ll wait. Move along, there’s nothing here to see… *hums theme from that trivia show where contestants ask questions about the answers*
Ready? Great. Caveat time. I didn’t discover JD Robb, Eve Dallas, or the In Death series until nineteen had already been published. A friend suggested I might like the series, given my career in law enforcement and the fire service. I checked out NAKED IN DEATH from the library, and when I discovered I couldn’t get the rest of the books in order because they were often checked out, I set about assembling my collection. Starting with #20, SURVIVOR IN DEATH, the hardbacks showed up at my door soon after release.
NAKED IN DEATH is my “chicken soup” book. Had someone asked why, I couldn’t have answered. Until I reread NEW YORK TO DALLAS for this review. See, I read it during mid-April. Mid-April, specifically April 19th, is a Very Bad Time™ for me. I suffer from PTSD related to the Oklahoma City Bombing. You’d think that 17 years would be enough time to get over it. Nope. It’s not. I finally got it. The dots I’d not connected finally filtered through my Swiss-cheese brain. I now understand why Eve resonates with me, why this series—despite some ups and downs in the stories—keep me awake at night reading. Eve’s PTSD is so deeply personal, could be so deeply debilitating that more people than not simply wouldn’t get out of bed in the morning. But not Eve. She not only gets out of bed, she charges headlong after the very things that haunt her.
In this particular episode of Eve’s life, she must return to the root of her nightmares and confront them in ways unimaginable to most of us. Like a few of the books along the way, this one is a defining point in Eve’s life. This is not the book to pick up if you want to start this series. This is the book to read after you’ve read them all. To understand the button in Roarke’s pocket, Eve’s reluctance to form relationships, and the horror she faces in the end, start at the beginning. You’ll thank me for suggesting it. Trust me.
I would give this book an A+ but two other books in the series hold that grade—NAKED IN DEATH and TREACHERY IN DEATH, which is the full-length novel just preceding NYtD. Those of us who love the In Death books are nigh on fanatics. And I finally figured out why I am—Eve and Roark and all the other characters, the stories themselves—they all touch me on a deeply personal level that I didn’t recognize until this reread. These are books that touch my heart. My soul. And they make me feel not quite so alone and like I can confront the past and move on with my life. Thank you for giving me the opportunity for some self-exploration, and self-understanding.