I enjoyed The Traveler, despite its cliches, but with The Dark River, I sometimes found myself embarrassed to be reading it. This was most acute when the story suddenly turned into The Da Vinci Code. Look, I'm not above reading fluff, obviously, but I do draw the line in some places, which is why I've never read The Da Vinci Code or Twilight, so I felt kind of betrayed when my fluff turned into "that other" fluff out of the blue. Some other issues:
1. Vicki went out like a bitch. She was a good character, a strong character, and her death deserved to at least have some meaning (like if her sacrifice had saved Matthew, or something), but no, it was as if her life were worthless. This happened with Lawrence in the last book, so it shouldn't surprise me, but it was still disappointing.
2. What was intriguingly prescient in the last book now seemed preachy, with regard to the dangers of trading freedom for safety.
3. Similarly, I felt like I was being given little lessons from time to time, with no apparent point. Like that women don't have it too bad in Ethiopia or that cappuccino shouldn't be ordered after 10am. I like to learn things in novels, but it should come as part of the overall story, not as some preachy little side note.
Still, at this point, I'll read the last one just to see how it ends. I expect to be embarrassed. Thankfully, on the Kindle, no one will have to know my little secret.