My rating: 3 of 5 stars
When confronted with a book like this one I often feel a little ill equipped to give a fair review. The thing is that while this book is very well written I can’t say that I enjoyed it. It’s one of those books that I refer to as a “boy” book. I didn’t gel with the character dynamic, often feeling a little oh-for-heaven’s-sake about the exchanges between them. The main character is barely likable, but isn’t awful enough to excuse the fact that you just don’t really care what happens to him. His son, who all drama revolves around is repulsive and I really felt no sympathy for him at all – so much so that I would have been quite happy if he went to jail for a crime he didn’t commit, simply because he was an asshole and bad shit should happen to assholes. On top of all that is was about Muslim terrorists. Oh. Dear. Lord. No thank you. I am so sick of this subject and am constantly finding myself disappointed when the “Muslim terrorists” make an appearance in the books I read. I LOVE crime fiction – but rather give me a serial killer please. Of course none of this is the fault of the writer – I bet we don’t like our eggs done the same way either! But the subject matter and the heaviness of the book just didn’t do it for me. I’m giving it a four for being decently written and well researched, but I’m afraid I have to give it a two for enjoyment value.