Really, I have so little to say about Nora Roberts’ High Noon that I almost didn’t bother writing this. I checked it out of the library on Saturday when I saw it on the two-week shelf, read it on Sunday when I was feeling bleh and needed words to pass by my eyes in a mindlessly entertaining way, and here on Monday, have already forgotten a good many of the details. Nevertheless:
This is basically Blue Smoke with hostage negotiation instead of arson investigation, a less obvious villain, and a movie motif that seems almost random, because what I remember about the movie High Noon doesn’t fit this book very well. In other words, it’s pretty much what I expected, and some days that’s just not a bad thing.