It was a wild ride, too, particularly in this last volume. Never have so many plots been introduced and then discarded with wild abandon; all the relationships are tired; attempts to create drama by altering characters completely fall flat; and for several pages I was rooting for one of the villains because at least she was interesting. An ENTIRE CHAPTER was devoted to a cricket game which had no significance whatsoever, while the major conflict on which the series was based was finally resolved, with absolutely no fanfare, 90% of the way through the book. And at long last, two major players are given fatal diseases, which ends with one smothering the other with a pillow. I wish I was kidding.
The final speech, a eulogy, is lovely and moving–Archer does know how to compose stirring oratory–but in the end (literally, in more ways than one), it just made me sad for what might have been.
Author: Jeffrey Archer
Potentially objectionable content: Seventh verse, same as the first; opera style IS the worst. (That's to see if my dad is reading!)
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