Title: Drivel
Product review: I wanted to be fair, and I've read 82 pages. I can't push myself to read more, because it's just drivel about four Princeton seniors, the one senior narrator's father, several professors and some damn 500-year old book that only a handful of people in the whole world know about. With apologies to the authors and the book snobs at The New York Times who loved it, I just don't care to spend any more of my life reading this book. Two stars is generous. I'll get back to a sure thing by Robert Crais or Harlan Coben or John Lescroart or Michael Connelly or Lee Child or John Sandford or Brian Haig or P.T. Deutermann or Vince Flynn or any one of a dozen other novelists who will keep me turning pages.
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