Also read all the John Douglas in my youth--and a fair amount of Harold Schechter, for that matter. Didn't mind the pacing of the first few episodes myself, or the discovery process, but then I also enjoyed the "have a cigarette for your health, pregnant lady" bits of Mad Men, so my TV tastes may include "serial killers" and "feeling superior to people in the past." And while we're admitting things, I...would not object to seeing more of the twig 'n' Groffies, myself. Or more Rando FBI Trainees Jogging in Very Short Shorts. Thanks, Netflix.) Speaking of which, the first ten minutes was amusingly Did We Mention We're Not On Basic Cable? before settling down to mostly people talking and driving, the occasional crime scene photo, and Holden's sex life. Which...I sort of agree about Debbie up until late season, where he starts being an uptight asshole. *First* of all, if your GF's extreeemely mild fetish costuming is bothering you because you can't leave the job behind, say *that*, and not this "it's not you" BS. (I mean, he is named Holden, I guess he had to imply phoniness somewhere.) And second, uuuugh, the jealousy thing. I hate it, and I hate that he's right, except: if I was her and I'd already gotten dictatorial dadly attitude about my lab partner (like, no, I am not "calling you next time" my car breaks down* if a friend can give me a right, and please do stuff it) I would probably start banging the guy out of principle. *And...just hoping you'll answer, because this is before answering machines, let alone smart phones? Hell with that.
