Title: Oh, Please!
Product review: When I got to the fourth line of the first chapter and read "hand-frescoed walls" I knew I was in trouble at the hands of a very careless writer. How else would the walls be frescoed? By feet, robots?We find totally wooden characters, ludicrous cliff-hanger plot twists, lumpen exposition, red herrings not worthy of the worst of Agatha Christie, and puzzles which could be solved by an intelligent seven year old. And just when, during this long night, did anyone get the chance to go to the bathroom?Why, you might ask, did I bother going on? Well, it was at least more interesting than the in-flight shopping catalogue in the seat pocket in front of me on my 6 hour flight yesterday.The majority of raving, enthusiastic reviews that I read here leave me deeply gloomy about the intelligence of the reading public.
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