I liked this because it was different than other detective novels I’ve read recently. Jack isn’t the typical female lead detective — i.e., she’s not young, hot, and sexy. Instead, Jack is 46, going grey, and showing the effects of 15 years of chronic insomnia. And her latest live-in just left her for his personal trainer. She becomes a focus of “The Gingerbread Man” after he spots her taking charge of his crime scene. Not only do you get Jack’s side of things in this story, you get his. The portrayal of the FBI here is pretty laughable and inaccurate, but I understand that it’s meant to be comic relief, nothing more. I’ll definitely read more books in this series.
