Posts Tagged ‘classical musician’


Maybe part of me was looking for heebie-jeebies when I said I’d read Tess Gerritsen’s Playing with Fire. And maybe part of me is disappointed at what I got.

Now, don’t get me wrong. This starts off creepy. Julia finds this music and every time she plays it, weird things start happening. Things that she blames on her daughter. And yeah, maybe this could be happening. It makes sense.
It’s not as creepy as I’d hoped. Or maybe wanted.

In fact, it’s kind of disappointingly familiar. We have the set-up in the present, then the flashbacks to the past, so we the reader get the full story behind this piece of music although the characters never do. And like a lot of books that follow this structure, the part set in the past is the stronger part.

The present-day story ought to be creepy. It ought to make us question what’s real, what’s possible. But it doesn’t make sense. Mom blames the kid for doing things. Mom and Dad subject the kid to a battery of tests even though no one believes the mom. And then, next thing, Mom is off, obsessed with finding the origins of the music while everyone around her decides she needs to be locked up in a mental facility because, hey, we put the kid through all these tests and she’s fine so Mom is clearly crazy. So Mom runs away with her friend, who winds up betraying her because hey, the whole world is stacked against our Julia. And things get violent, as they do when you’re trying to get someone to involuntarily commit herself, or maybe it’s as they do when you’re digging up a past no one wants you to remember. And then we find out what’s up with the music. Only it’s not the music at all.

Remember those tests they ran on the kid? Why the hell didn’t they run them on the mom and save us all the hassle?
So that brings us to the story of the past. This turns out to be a Holocaust story, with the main character, Lorenzo, a promising violinist whose career and life are cut short by the horrors that wind up unfolding. Pity, too, because he and cellist Laura had a real thing going.

As I said, that was the more interesting part of the book, but in the end, this one was a bit of a disappointment. Predictable. Kinda stupid, actually. And most upsetting, the promise of the premise, of this haunting piece of music with demonic abilities, never came to be.


First in a series! First in a series!

They can’t resist each other, but their secret romance might tear their band apart…

Classical musician Maddie Taylor secretly dreams of a louder life, but geeky girls like her don’t get to be rock stars. That is, until tattooed singer Jared Cross catches her playing guitar and invites her to join his band on The Sound, a reality TV show competition.

Once on the show, Maddie discovers there’s more to Jared than his flirty smile and bad boy reputation. With each performance their attraction becomes impossible to ignore, but when the show pressures them to stay single they’re forced to keep their relationship secret.

As the competition heats up, Jared will do whatever it takes for his band to win, and Maddie must decide if following her dream is worth losing her heart.

So much of this seems familiar, doesn’t it? The sad thing is that this one has a real nice ring of truth to it — that’s not the sad part, so hold your horses for a minute here. It’s the whole “the show pressures them to stay single” part. I know people this has happened to. I know a guy who showed up backstage and wasn’t allowed past security. “But I’m her boyfriend” was met with a lot of laughs. What a crappy way to break up with someone, especially when the people in the couple don’t want to.

I doubt this turned out the way real life did, with a lot of pain and broken hearts and really really hard decisions. It seems so easy on the page. You love ’em? Go for it. Love conquers all. But when it’s real and it’s in your face and there’s millions to be made and dreams to be realized and experienced handlers who know more than you do, and maybe you can be a flash-in-the-pan pop artist and make the cash and get out and be with him again…

Well, it’s just not that easy. On any level. Including the getting out. And that’s assuming he hasn’t moved on.

Like I said, this is the first in a series. Most of the rest are Rock Fiction, although they don’t seem to be about the same band. I’m curious. Got no issues admitting that.