12th December 2020
A stand-alone novel from the early 1990s, this Harlen Coben adventure is one of seemingly political intrigue framed around the AIDS crisis.
I found it hard going. Firstly because reading a story about one pandemic while living another is non-ideal, but also because reflecting on the inherent bigotry of some of the characters is hard from a modern perspective. It feels like much of the world has changed dramatically for the better in the past 30 years, and it’s not particularly entertaining to be reminded of how things were.
I also found that I struggled to engage much with the characters, and that ultimately I think is what prompted me to give up about two-thirds of the way through. I was reading far slower than my normal pace, because the book seemed to be doing little to make me feel compelled to continue.
I can’t say I think that it’s inherently a bad book, but it didn’t do for me the job that I needed it to.