For me, most days that I enter a bookshop, I reckon I understand how a vegetarian must feel, forced to endure the sights and smells of a butcher’s shop in order to find one lonely parsley garnish. I can report, there are NO puzzle novels. I wasted my money buying this. The answers to the puzzles here are page numbers!!! Did the codebreakers at Bletchley Park shout “Page seventy-two” when they burst from the hut? No, that was about… Liberty. What is this about? Tell me why a pile of wingdings must be solved right now? Even the protagonist admits he has better things to do than solve yet another boring puzzle from a couriered letter. I took the author's hint. I have a lot of other books to read. After being told to go find a page number, I shut the book. (I also left that imagined lecture hall sympathising with the female student that Ryan Creed shut down- he wasn’t interested in hearing her question.) Um, hello? Instead, I went back to a book with a real puzzle. If coded quilts were used by the Underground Railway before the US Civil War, why is there so little evidence? Mmmm, where is Nicholas Cage? Surely there is a ‘National Treasure’ sequel in that idea. But this novel here? Nah...
The storyline was interesting and sufficient to carry things along. The main draw is the set of puzzles throughout the book which the reader has to solve in order to get to the next part of the story. And these puzzles take all kinds of thinking skills and even some physical manipulation of the book itself. The puzzles were at the right level of difficulty - hard enough to be challenging, but not so hard as to be discouraging. I look forward to reading another one of this series.
I’ll give this three stars because I did have fun doing the puzzles. The writing itself was sort of Dan Brown style, but worse, so it didn’t add much to the experience.