I love David Baldacci, he has reawakened my love of reading, and I have read all his previous books, some of them a number of times (something I have never felt compelled to do before). I am convinced however that this book is not one of his.
The Camel club and in particular Oliver Stone are amongst my favourite characters in modern fiction, but in this book, Oliver is a sell out, and his friends are barely paid lip-service. In fact Alex and Finn almost feel as if they warrant a comedy theme tune on the few occasions in which they appear.
The forgettable English character, Miss bloody hell gosh, or whatever she was called (I genuinely can't remember her actual name) grates with each "bloody" she utters and is not a match for any of the previous characters in the earlier books.
I was very reluctant to read this book as I felt the Camel club series was already pretty much perfect, and complete. This book unfortunately "jumps the shark"!
I have recomended the series to many friends, all of whom, without fail have been battering down my door, unable to wait to borrow the next book in line.I have not mentioned this fifth book to them. If they wish to persue it, that is their choice.
I would not recomend this book.
Please Mr Baldacci come back from your well earned holiday, sack this ghost writer and get on with the real business of delivering another "winner".