I feel as if I'm coming to the end of my rope, in regards to the Preston & Child, Pendergast Series. On one hand, there's a lot of good in every book. On the other...there's just so much bad. And with each ensuing book, I feel like I've lost the want and will to continue, a bit more.
This is the second book in a row, as part of this series, that ends unfinished. If you can't tell a complete story in over 450 pages then you're doing a poor job of writing. And some will argue that the points of this particular case are wrapped up--and that is true--to an extent, though our hero, Agent Pendergast, once again, winds up in a precarious position to end the story and once again, it seems a bit contrived to me. I don't mind a series of books, even within a series, as this one is, but it's important to give the reader a little something. You can't just continue to stack up mystery after mystery without ever answering any of the questions a reader has--if you fail to answer a reader's question, without subjecting them to another installment, the book fails.
This book left me of two minds. One part of me wants to read the next book to see how it all comes out. The other part of me has no faith in these authors that they will satisfactorily conclude the series and answer my questions, meaning the book will only serve to aggravate me further.
It might not be such a big deal if the pace of the book was better. Unfortunately, I was at the halfway point of the book before it found it's stride. Until that point, I found myself skimming through unnecessary scene after unnecessary scene. I found myself groaning as I'd flip a page to see that I was going back to visit yet another character plucked from one of the previous books--characters that I didn't care for the first time around, in most cases. And the one I did actually like--Corrie Swanson--had only about 5 pages. I found myself rooting for all of these retread characters to get killed.
The second half of the book rolled a bit better. The pace picked up. It was terrible getting to that point, but once it got there, the story was excellent. The back half was good enough, until the end, to make me want to read on...but I know I'll have to get through what seems to be the modus operandi of these writers, once again: I'll have to get through half a book that would be better if edited out and replaced with a summary of the events that were to take place. I'll, no doubt, be subjected to boring characters like Margo Green and Bill Smithback that I just don't care about.
I'm also getting a bit tired of all these characters with super human intelligence. First Pendergast--who is still a poorly drawn character--and now his brother Diogenes, who is even smarter than Pendergast and, apparently, the world's most dangerous man. Then, just for fun, another amazingly smart character is introduced in this story, for a chapter, and then forgotten until the epilogue.
I don't know. I'm frustrated. I'm frustrated that I put so much time into this book and here, at the end, I haven't witnessed the needle being pushed very far from where it was when I started. I feel like I could have read the final three or four chapters, along with the epilogue and skipped the rest without having missed anything important.
I honestly don't even think I want to know how it all ends because I care--I just want to know because I've already put this much time into it.
Anyway. Those are my thoughts. I wouldn't recommend this book. It's poorly edited and incomplete.