Mr Glenny cannot hide his admiration for his subject. But he resists the temptation to romanticise gang life.
The novel is far from perfect. The Butcher’s Hook is unevenly structured: what little plot there is in its first, frustratingly slow chapters is stretched too thin...For all that, however, this author remains one to watch.
Mr Beer’s book makes a compelling case for placing Siberia right at the centre of 19th-century Russian—and, indeed, European—history. But for students of Soviet and even post-Soviet Russia it holds lessons, too.
The authors tend to use too much detail (Rosa plops down on Claire’s “soft, comfortable, dark green, velour sofa”), and almost every female character is attractive (Claire is “beautiful”; others are “hot” or “stunning”). All this might have worked better on the screen.
The Chemist, meanwhile, is a lengthy wander well out of that comfort zone, and it’s hard to knock a good college try. Though there’s no doubt Meyer has earned her place in popular fiction, the cloak and dagger just don’t fit.
Unlike most Reacher books, which start at breathless velocity and then wind up having to work through huge, empty action scenes later, this one gets better as it goes along. Its complexity pays off with a better than usual MacGuffin and real teamwork against a global enemy.
Grade-A Connelly. The dark forces arrayed against the hero turn out to be disappointingly toothless, but everything else clicks in this latest chapter of a compulsively good cop’s odyssey through the City of Angels and its outlying neighborhoods and less angelic spirits.
Grisham fans looking for courtroom drama might be disappointed by “The Whistler,” since McDover’s questionable cases are glossed over. The book feels more like the first half of an episode of “Law & Order,”...As ever, Grisham sprinkles “The Whistler” with sharp observations about lawyers.
Despite the requisite mysterious evildoers and violence, this thriller remains curiously unsatisfying, perhaps because the formidable skills the heroine displays don’t include common sense.
Although the final confrontation between Livia and Senator Lone and his henchman, Skull Face, is way over the top, on the whole Eisler keeps a firm hand on the throttle of what could be the first of a rewarding series.
Adding to the sense of distance is a subplot that doesn't add much except 50 pages. Flowers' girlfriend gets recruited to help with research for a doctoral thesis...
It re-introduces all the major elements of the show, sets up the next season, and fills in a lot of blanks for anyone who’s ever been interested in the evil that lurks in those woods.
They loved and hated the month of October. Loved it because a new Mitch Rapp novel came out and hated it because they would have to wait another year for the next one. With Order To Kill, readers will get those same feelings. It appears the torch has been passed to Kyle Mills.
...John Preston’s book is by no means the first on the subject, although he has tapped several new sources...What can be said, however, is that this is probably the most forensic, elegantly written and compelling account of one of the 20th century’s great political scandals...
...flimsy account of eight months incarcerated...“Gone ‘Til November,” is a flagrant missed opportunity, landing at a moment when mass incarceration is at the forefront of U.S. civil rights discourse...
French is one of the best thinkers and best plotters in the business, and she sells narrative control as a motivating force just as strong and concrete as love or greed. She knows how to take a fluttering concept and pin it, nice and tight, to a dead body.
The worst part of the novel is its too quick, too tidy and too predictable conclusion. It parrots the endings of Eskens’ first two books. What seems clear is that Eskens structured “The Heavens May Fall” to offer a path to a fourth novel.
MISSING moves. Patterson’s trademark short chapters are on display, and in abundance, as he and Fox demonstrate their storytelling ability at warp speed. American readers may experience a bump or two when encountering Australian geography and/or slang, but for the most part the book gives off a southern California vibe...
An individual may feel empowered because of the choice involved; but for Brodak, gambling is really a form of self-harm that distracts from the hard business of living and maintaining healthy relationships. An intelligent, disturbing, and profoundly honest memoir.
...Charlie and Ethan's relationship gives a layer of familiarity and trust to a complicated case, while never overshadowing the suspenseful elements that will leave you guessing until the end.