Found the Harry Dresden books by accident and have been hooked ever since. Marsters is the perfect narrator, nice and dry. The writing is tight and funny and suspenseful.
This is one you can dip into whenever you feel like it and enjoy it. Strong narration.
Hard to tell which is worse, this story of entitlement and dysfunction presented as witty or the narrator's inability to pronounce a lot of the proper names the author drops with such a thud.
Just when you think you've figured out where Coben is going, he's got another chapter--and another--and another!
Oh, dear, what comes first? A narrator who can't pronounce Cuyahoga or an author who has characters looking for the missing Amelia Earhart a year before the final takeoff or being treated according to Alcoholics Anonymous principles roughly 30 years before AA was formed? This is a good story but the total treatment seems like a movie of the week. The good guys are good, the bad guys are bad, all according to stereotypes--and Eliot Ness is conflicted. Gee! Sorry I spent money on this one.
The book kept me occupied on a long trip but I found myself wishing it was over. Too little character development, too many sex scenes (some quite perverse).
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