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• For years now I've been saying I won't read anymore James Patterson books because he isn't the only one writing them. Seems like a gimmick that recently all his books have been co-authored with a few different authors. I picked up this one because I have read the rest of his Michael Bennett series and enjoyed them and thought maybe this one would be decent.While I did enjoy the read and got caught up in the drama, I thought the ending was pretty terrible. Not only did he end on a horrible note, but he left it as a cliffhanger. I very much dislike when authors need to ensure people will buy their next book by copping out on the ending.

  3.50 out of 5

  Gogs81

• Cigarettes, soap operas, champagne, potato crisps and James Patterson: none of them benefits you in any way but all are compulsively addictive and, as any addict knows, avoid them altogether because once you start, it’s very difficult to stop. I’ve just enjoyed [if that’s the right word] a ‘lost weekend’ of my own recently: I managed to stay away from the cigs, champers and crisps, but made up for it by consuming three James Pattersons one after the other, chain-smoking them as it were, over two days. The prolific Mr. P has already brought out six of a projected twelve books this year but three was my limit. Until next time… The good thing about products from Patterson and Co. [he uses a team of ‘with’ writers] is that you know what to expect: the books are machine-written to a strict formula which includes entirely predictable twists but bars any real surprises. The June release, I, Michael Bennett, is fifth in the Michael Bennett series. Now Michael is a widowed New York cop with ten – count them, TEN – adopted children. He has a beautiful [naturally] live-in Irish nanny to take care of the brood and [no surprise] there is an unmistakable but unstated sexual frisson between them. Bennett is, of course, of Irish descent, went to Catholic school and frequents Irish pubs where he sings mournful Irish songs: when the head of a drug cartel has his old friend [also an Irish cop] killed Michael is enraged and ‘takes him down’, making New York a safer place but unwittingly pinning a target on his own back. A year later and, quelle surprise, Michael’s family is threatened. He takes the brood out of town to the family cabin but the drug dealer escapes and, mad-dog killer that he is, exacts terrible vengeance on anyone involved in his downfall. Top of the list is Mike and the kids, and the nanny, and even Mike’s grandfather. Gosh!Paragraph-long chapters, as many twists as a Free State road, cardboard characters and indifferent writing laden with clichés are hallmarks of the Patterson style – but I’m not slating it. He has had over 80 books published in the last ten years and while his literary talents might not rank much above those of, say, Barbara Cartland, the man is a gifted story teller with a positive genius for getting you to turn the next page. I read three in one sitting so I know.

  2.00 out of 5

  adpaton

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