I must thank Stuart Woods for proving that karma must truly exist. The dude has to have been quite a saint in his past life and is now taking advantage of that good karma in this one. It's the only explanation I can think of since the guy is a hack writer to the extreme.
Everything about this book is lazy. Woods is not a quality writer in the least. His sentence construction is elementary. The dialogue is wooden and unnatural. The plot requires no fewer than 4-5 howlingly inexplicable coincidences to move forward. Okay, every now and then, a writer finds himself in a place that she has to use one improbable coincidence to get herself out of a jam. But this plot -- such as it is -- requires one every 25-50 pages to generate the plot. Without them, there would've been nowhere for the story to go. That's not only slothful, it's disrespectful to any thinking person.
Finally, the characters themselves are hard to root for. I won't say such people can't exist. But these are the .1% (not 1%, I mean point-one-percent) at their finest. Big decisions the characters wrestle with include: how to find a good butler, which of two jet planes should they take to LA, can a Porsche Cayenne spare tire be found in a timely fashion, and whether Stone Barrington's kids should live in their multi-million dollar bungalow on the studio lot that daddy owns or live in the multi-multi-million dollar mansion on the grounds of the most luxurious hotel in the United States. And of course, these young kids just out of college move to LA and immediately on Day Two are in production on a multi-million dollar studio film which they are producing and directing themselves, because Daddy owns the studio. No talent or hard work required. And of course the son is portrayed as an almost Christ-like figure in his all-around absolute perfection. And every woman is beautiful, rich, successful, and immediately wants to hop into the sack with daddy Stone. Hey look, if these are the kind of people you enjoy hanging with and reading about, go right ahead. But really, is there any conflict or stakes here? Why would anyone care about such people?
That Woods, a man with so little talent, has a major publishing deal and hordes of adoring fans would be a head scratcher if karma didn't exist. There's no other way to explain it. And yes, I'll be rude enough to say: the people giving this book five stars are either Woods' friends or are borderline illiterates. IF that sounds like you, then go ahead and read away. If you have any semblance of a brain cell or appreciation for quality, there are scores of other writers and mystery/thriller/spy series out there for you. Look, I realize these books are meant to be escapist. I read in this genre when I feel like turning off the brain for awhile myself. But still, there are those who are better and worse at writing escapist fair. Stuart Woods is as far at the worse end of the spectrum as it's possible to get.