Some know, some don’t, but I really enjoyed series “Bones“, especially the older stuff, where Brennan was less of a human, more of a genius who didn’t go evil on everyone’s arses. This year, around March, I went to UK and visited every second-hand store I could find, daily. Only because they had strange little bottles sometimes, the ones that look like they had potions in them (I’m a Severus Snape fan, no secret, and I loved that woman who taught potions in the children-young-adult series of the witches and one very lame witch… Hm, how was it called, I have a book of it too…) and most importantly – books. Old books, new books, slick and shiny, battered and dirty, cheap. Many a time one could find a white A4 printing paper sheet hanging on a shelf with pink and green letters offering you a very neat deal of taking five books for one pound, which is around two dollars. By the time I picked up the four Agatha Christi books and looked around for a fifth, I had a luggage full of books, so I steered my eyes as far from thick hard-covers as possible, thus avoiding King and others. When in doubt, read the annotation. It might lie to you, but it might not. And read I did. I knew that Bones was based on books by some woman who writes that stuff, but I didn’t know her name and wasn’t that interested to go check it. I had too many on my list of “get these books if they’re recycled” (I believe in e-book). So, naturally, when I turned Deja Dead around, I did not expect to find name of Temperance Brennan at the back of it. And this is how I got Kathy Reichs “Deja Dead”!
Brennan, waiting for the just-glued-back-together skull to dry dreamed of a little vacation, of an escape from her tiny office with a window. Yet as balance of probability dictates, or better yet, how any detective book dictates – no rest for the wicked. Bones were found at the grounds of, if I remember right, archaeological research of some sort (digging, sweeping). Brennan tries to be optimistic. It’s her job to go there and tell – murder office or archaeology office. If she’s lucky, in a hour or two she could be packing for some beach. But her mood is finally ruined by the two cops who meet her. They found the bones by the smell. Old bones don’t smell.
A woman, killed, chopped and dumped. Brennan’s work is to name murder or accident, maybe a murder weapon, most accurate age and if possible – an ID. All well and good, but a feeling that she saw such a murder before is nagging at her. Yet detective Luc Claudel will need a lot more than same saw pattern on the bones. And she must work quickly, for if she is indeed right, then by the third murder she knows for sure, the murders appear in shorter intervals. Even worse than that is the fear for her friend who works with night-ladies, doing her project. She claims there’s a stalker. The murderer who chops his victims up apparently also stalks his women. Could it be the same man? Is her friend in danger?
The detective itself is lukewarm. Some things just didn’t process to me and you have to very carefully follow the threads Brennan is waving, for if you lost one, in the next page you will not understand of why the hell she has a laptop, but no cell phone, nor why she’s stalking that man, not the other one, or how the hell is she missing the details Bones would never miss. It is indeed hard to put this Brennan with that Brennan of the series together, but when you realize that there’s no reason to even try, for this Brennan can crack a sarcastic joke, has a daughter and lives with a cat, you’ll feel much better about this book. This Temperance is just as smart, but not yet in hand with what she’s doing on the murder sites. She’s just as daring and just as stubborn. It’s just that she’s also more human that Bones. I’ll give the book 4 out of 5 and say it was a good find, all in all.