Someone gave me this book to read. It was lying around. 'What's it about ?' I said.' I don't know ' he said. So I began reading it,. It was bad. very bad. Meltzer's dialogue clunks across the page, laden down with every cliche imaginable. I don't know which one of Meltzer's characters was more annoying - was it the peppy, over familiar (gay?) assistant (who has the best worst lines) or was it the unbelievably psychotic villan ? Or was it sara herself ? Sassy, determined, driven by the death of her parents ? yaaaawn. But strangely i couldn't stop reading the book. why , I wonder ? I suppose I just wanted to know what happened. Meltzer's plot was intriguing in a thriller type way but near the end of the book I got confused and uninterested. When I finally got to the ludicrous climax in the subway station I abandoned the novel . I just didn't care any more. God help anyone who reads this kind of book frequently. The thing with bad writing is that it's really noticeable, but good writing just flows along quietly, and you don't notice the joins. Meltzer's joins are more obviouis than a childs jigsaw.