I've read most of Gerritsen's medical thrillers, but avoided her more recent installment of books dealing with serial killers.

This book was a pleasant surprise, and in my opinion, one of Gerritsen's best. Don't let the title throw you. This isn't something from the supernatural horror genre, or a book dealing with someone who kills just for kicks.

When Julia Hamill purchases a 130-year old home, she realizes the fixer-upper is going to be an overwhelming project. Toiling in the overgrown garden, she unearths a skeleton that predates the house and which appears to be a murder victim. When a neighbor connects her to an old man with boxes of letters and newspaper clippings pertaining to the house, she finds herself mesmerized and poorest - historical inhabitants whose lives hold the key to the bones in her garden.

It was a truly enjoyable read, juxtaposing the 1830s with the present. Gerristen also draws heavily on her experience writing romance novels and gives us here equal parts thriller and love story.

The adrenaline junkies among us may feel mildly let down because the story resolves itself to a large degree before the final page and then sort of winds down gently rather than building to a furious crescendo. But unlike some reviewers, I found that to be a positive in this book, not a negative.

Frankly, of all Gerritsen's books I have read so far (and that has been about 5 or 6), this has been the most enjoyable.

Newly divorced Julia Hamill has struck out on her own and moved into a quaint old house. Julia is comfortable in her new home, working in her garden; that is, until she uncovers a skeleton while digging amongst the weeds in her backyard. A mysterious phone call from an old gentleman who claims to know the history of her old home soon follows; and the quest begins between Julia and her elderly friend to uncover the long history and story behind the old house.

Moving back and forth between centuries (following the people behind the home's history), it is the 1800s, and young Rose has just lost her older sister to childbed fever. Now faced with caring for ba-a dashing young medical student who cared for her sister during her illness. The two join together in their collective desire to see the killer caught--and in their need to protect Rose's young niece Meggy, who seems to somehow be at the center of everything.

A novel chock full of suspense and romance, in addition to being rich in detailing the history of the medical profession overall. I loved this book and found it impossible to put down.

DYB

The Bone Garden starts off with that common mystery beginning... an old skeleton is found buried behind the newly purchased 130 year old house. The verdict? Murder so foul.

How did it get there? What was its story?

Author Tess Gerritsen goes back to the year 1830 in Boston, when medical students often were responsible for gathering up their own cadavers for study, and hand-washing was not linked in any manner with the spreading of disease, including, tragically, robber, his fellow student and friend Oliver Wendell Holmes, senior, and a young woman (Rose Connolly), who is desperately trying to protect her late sister's baby girl from the fate of the paupers' orphanage. In the meantime, a killer called the West End Reaper seems to collecting victims known by the three. Is one the Reaper? What connects these three, and the bones of the young woman found a century and a half later?

As it turns out, not much.

This is a really engaging story until, well, it ends. The crescendo is there, grabbing your attention, developing characters you love or hate, and raising the mystery to a level worthy of your interest. Then... poof. I can't tell you about the "poof" without giving away the mystery. Needless to say, it was deflating. Hence, the three stars.

Gerritsen weaves the mysteries of today and yesterday with skill, developing characters I empathized with. The broad links tightened as the novel came to a close, but the final knot was too contrived and abrupt.

A novel should never be harmed by its ending, and this one was.