this was an earlier demille book, and maybe that's where it's possible to find halfway decent books of his. i had far fewer problems with this book than the ones of his that i've recently read. (my expectations were extremely low, of course.) i didn't love this book, by any means, but i give him credit for not pissing me off and for keeping me relatively engaged throughout. i will say, though, that he seems to have a special gift for really not understanding relationships and being completely incompetent in writing about them.
