Having recently met with the author in person at a book signing, I remarked to him that the Cold Moon was the most preposterous book I had ever read - and, being a gentleman and a man of modesty, Deaver burst out laughing! I explained to him I meant it in a good way, which he kind of understood.
Anyway, back to the book. After the supremely disappointing Twelfth Card, Deaver is bang on form in this offering. He somehow manages to hold together a mulit-layered crime thriller, with the ever reliable Sachs & Rhyme heading up the task force to find the killer. Written in similar vein to the Vanished Man, with numerous twists and red herrings, Deaver brings about what can only be described as a fantastic plot, and at times, suspension of disbelief is hard to control. However, fans of Deaver expect the unbelievable, and this is what makes his novels, in the main, so thoroughly enjoyable.
Despite this, I actually believe Deaver is a far better writer when he turns his hand to subjects of seriousness - Garden of Beasts gives ample proof of that.
Finally, if any readers of this review get the opportunity, I would highly recommend going to see Deaver at one of his book signings - he is a most unassuming gentleman, and he spends as much time as he can with every person he goes to see him.