I’ve enjoyed John Grisham books in the past, but he’s mainly known for legal thrillers. However, in the NY Times review of his latest book, I saw this:
Grisham has written dozens of books since his first, “A Time to Kill,” in 1989, but this is the only one that can be called an espionage novel.
Say less. I was reading it on my Kindle two minutes later.
…however, I missed the fact that this is book one of the “French Illusion Series.” I wish I had known that going in, because I was waiting for a climax that never quite came.
When a honeymooning couple is abducted in Paris, the CIA has to admit this is becoming a pattern, and they suspect some international terrorist is at work. They come up with a plan to lure the bad guy into another kidnapping where they can trap him.
As with all Grisham novels, it’s efficient, well-written and page-turning. But it doesn’t have a clean ending, which I wasn’t expecting. My Kindle was getting to 98% and 99% and I was thinking, “How is he going to wrap this all up?”
Well, he doesn’t. The ending sets up the next book in the series.
Still, it’s a good read.