Meet Me in Venice is a lush, globe-hopping sort of romance, but working on it I was struck more than anything by one very evil character who has no objection whatsoever to killing women to get their money. Every time he popped up on the page again, the reader within me cheered (or, I guess, hissed). Nice, happy characters are all well and good, but give me a bad guy any day, someone who you can't trust a word that he says, who just keeps getting nastier and meaner as the story progresses. Will anyone ever be able to stop this guy, you wonder? He's what keeps you reading, just to find out.
The way I see it, the worse the bad guy is, the better the book is.
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