The problem with writing books in as good a series as Nesbo’s Harry Hole story line is that sooner or later, like a first love, the bloom comes off the rose. After being wowed by an entry in the series, you somehow feel “cheated” when a next book is only “very good.”
The Thirst, while introducing a couple of new, intriguing characters (Hello Anders Wyller!) has too many clunky red herring littered throughout, creating a “fishy” plot line.
Non-stop pacing and action from beginning to end; and completely and utterly fucking boring.
How Spielberg turned a weevil-ridden rotten bowl of rice novel into a movie masterpiece is a miracle.
One of the few times the movie is better than the book.
Anything Steinhauer writes is usually spun gold; this time, he weaves it differently, with strands of differing viewpoints and multiple characters starting at various time points in the story and at differing locations. Other than the opening (he never should have started with the Chinese thread there) it mostly works.
Milo Weaver, and his sister, is a gem.
I will miss Evgeny Primakov.
Letitia should be granted her own series.
I’ve found you have to pace yourself with the Reacher series. Read the series order too quickly and it gets dull. Wait too long and you forget the rhythm. I timed reading this one just right. I was exactly ready for it and Child didn’t disappoint. He got it just right. Goldilocks right.
More Jesus/Templar/Vatican-plot blarney here but done somewhat better than Dan Brown ever has.
Martin is known for his sweeping cast of characters and extravagant plots. Here, he just writes well. Wish he did that more