The Headmaster's Wife

I finished Jane Haddam's The Headmaster's Wife this morning. The book was a prime example of a bad editing job. It really goes show...pieces with grammatically correct text tower over the rest. I was distracted the whole way through with misused words, incorrect tenses, and never-ending run-ons. Upon hitting the first one, I tried telling myself I was just being picky. That was pure optimism; I was oh so wrong.

Setting Haddam's absolutely appalling 'red-marker' skills aside, the book wasn't half bad. The writing was catchy, holding my attention up until Part Four. It was a perfect, flaky read...quite possibly written intentionally for those of us who have a lot of time on our hands - definitely a good read for winter break.

The ending, unfortunately, was thoroughly predictable. As much as I love compiling clues and piecing them together, actually being right is disappointing; I think I saw it coming when Haddam first introduced the 'bad-guy.'

I'd give it a shaky thumb...right in the middle.