Do You like book The Bone Parade (2005)?
Overall, not bad. A relatively quick read I suppose. Honestly, it felt like watching a movie. Most of the internal dialog could easily be imagined upon the faces of the characters. What I found interesting about the story, of course, centered around the killer. Interesting, initially, in that it seemed most of his internal, more rational, explanations for his actions were a labor of his craft, and little to do with the pain and torture he inflicted upon his victims. But, as the story goes on, he is revealed more and more to the reader that he holds himself as an elitist of his art and utterly disdainful of others he feels are all inferior to his own dedication. I think the height of both interest and intrigue for me was up to the last quarter or so of the book, as his work is disturbed and he becomes an irrational fool. In this I mean, just when his program of normalcy is challenged, he begins unraveling, irretrievably. It detracts and in many ways countermands most of the man we've been led to see and expect.
—Jamie
This book is seriously disturbing and creepy but I couldn't put it down. The "villain" is a celebrated sculptor. He is best known for his bronze sculptures of people in various states of terror. What none of his fans realize is that in order to achieve these amazing likenesses, he has been kidnapping and torturing human beings and casting their tormented forms in bronze. The protagonist, an art professor, becomes involved when one of her students embarks on a internship at the artist's compound and subsequently goes missing. The teenage girl whom the artist has kidnapped as part of his latest sculpture project is horrifyingly wicked. This one is not for those with weak stomachs. Also, you might not want to read it alone at night.
—Steph Adams
He drew himself up at the sight of three bodies lying on the table itself, one of them a woman. Unmoving. As rigid as he found himself once again. But their skin was ... greenish. He touched the one closest to him, the largest of the three. It felt hard and brittle, and Jesus ... they were headless. Apparantly compared to Thomas Harris of Hannibal fame, Nykanen is no Harris. More like Patricia Cornwell. And Ashley Stassler is no Hannibal. Horrific, yes, but not intellectually challenging. Stassler torments families eventually making molds of their bodies during the last throes of death by suffocation, and then using the molds to pour bronze casts of them. Chased down by fellow sculptor and professor Laured Reed, not unlike Cornwell's Scarpetta, the book is a page-turner. I practically completed it in one lazy morning in bed, couldn't put it down. Three stars.
—Richard