aka CSI: Montreal
I finally finished reading Deja Dead this evening. It was written by an author named Kathy Reichs. I can’t say I really enjoyed it, though it’s probably because I’m not much into the whole crime scene investigation thing. This might be surprising to some, but is a fact nonetheless.
Since NYPD Blue is going off the air this year, I thought it might be a good idea to find another police drama to watch. CSI: NY seemed like a good choice (maybe we just picked it because it had NY in the title). Brian and I barely made it through one episode. It’s not that we were grossed out–just bored. Everyone else seems to like those CSI shows, but we just couldn’t get into them.
So, I guess it’s no surprise that I wasn’t into this book. My impetus for reading it was mainly to finish it so I could move onto something else. This should’ve been the tip-off…this was the author’s first work of fiction–her previous books were “focused on forensic anthropology and fossil humans.” Zzzzz.
On that note, I’m going to bed.