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Awful - but at least it is slow, too (ha)
Boring. I hate books where the author is trying to share their great love of a place without giving the reader any reason to care. Grisham's foray into Italy, which he clearly loves, is just that. Perhaps he and Thomas Harris both vacationed their on advances for their next novels, which then read more like travelogues than actual stories. I know Thomas Harris slapped "Hannibal" together at the last minute, and I am relatively sure that Grisham did the same. Why do we receive a detailed explanation of all the hit teams coming for Backman, especially the Chinese guy, only to ((spoiler)) have them totally ignored later? Arrrggghh.
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