This was hard work. Most Crichton/Lange novels are easy to read - fast paced, short chapters. This took forever - long, dull. No research, no interesting ideas, just paper thin characters and a plot that felt like it was made up as written. Indeed, I don't want to be rude, but at times this felt like it was written by Crichton when drunk.
No pace, no interest. Leggy women. He uses f*ck and c*nt so that's novel. It starts off intriguingly with an assassin using snakes... then this is dumped. There is one good sequence where two people are in a car being driven by a third person and they are going 200 miles an hour. That's suspenseful. But it was dull and a real slog. The worst John Lange book I've read yet - I've got two to go.
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