I have always had this belief that everyone has a great story to tell. That normal, everyday life is a fascinating series of adventures that deserve to be told.
Susie Steiner’s Missing, Presumed is making me question whether or not that is true.
DS Manon Bradshaw is a very realistic character. She’s good at her job, not on the best terms with her family, and bearing down on 40 with a growing sense of desperation over her single status. I thought her story was believable and at times touching. But it really didn’t leave me wanting more, which is not a good sign for a novel that is supposed to be launching a series.
Part of the problem for me was my American-ness. Thanks to my love of Bones, Castle, and J. D. Robb novels, I can follow American police lingo fairly well. The British detectives were losing me at every turn. I was almost halfway through the book before I realized that a “misper” is a missing person. It was hard for me to really feel invested in the case when half the time I had no clue what the characters were talking about.
Also, I don’t know why realistic so often has to mean depressing. I realize that life is not a bed of roses and hard things happen and dreams do not always come true, but in an entire unit of cops not one of them is really happy with their life.
The high point of this story is Manon’s relationship with Fly, a young boy whose older brother has recently been killed. Manon investigates his death while trying to make sure that Fly is well fed and cared for, now that his only family is a dying mother. It humanizes Manon, which is something that she desperately needed.
Maybe I missed something, because this book got incredible reviews across the board, but I would give it a 3 out of 5. Though I won’t be rushing out to snatch book 2 as soon as it comes out (Persons Unknown, coming out on July 4th) I would be willing to give Manon another shot. Perhaps I’ll crack the British police code, become more invested in Manon’s character, and finally figure out what everyone else is so excited about.