I am not expecting great literature from a book about the Illuminati... but I did expect something a *little* more interesting. Perhaps I just didn't get that far, but the earth never even trembled a little for me. I am willing to put up with adolescent self-absorption, and the author's occasional preciousness, and even when my attention wandered, I could pick the story back up again when something happened. It was the second interminable day of unrelieved sermonizing by a sanctimonious Dominican priest that did me in. My iPod battery ran down at that point, and I was not in the least bit tempted to continue listening. Yes, I understand that the priest's point of view represents the church, and its expression is necessary to delineate the moral choices faced by the protagonist -- but do we have to be clubbed into unconsciousness with it?
Unless you're looking for something to put you to sleep, pass on this one...
I have to admit, I've never read a spy novel whose protagonist spends so much time conversing with a ghost. It's not flawless (the occasional awkwardness reminded me that this was a first novel) but it's entertaining and suspenseful, and sometimes a real hoot.
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