With this being the 17th book in Andy Mcnab’s Nick Stone series, you’ve probably already read a few before reaching here. The books have started to feel very formulaic; while still decent they’ve started to follow the same path every book, with Nick Stone being perhaps the unluckiest person alive. Ever. Almost every book (I can think of only one where this doesn’t happen) ends up with a long-lost friend being introduced at the start and dead by the end. It doesn’t pay really to know Nick.
The book started off a bit different from the rest. Nick wakes up in a car crash in the Alps, with some head injuries that have affected his memories. He tries to piece together who tried to kill him, his boss, the Russian billionaire Frank Timis and his son. This takes Nick across Europe, as he tries to uncover the conspiracy involving industrialists, ISIS and nuclear waste.
I enjoyed how the book began different from most of his other books. The action seemed more immediate and urgent, like hitting the ground running. The parts of Nick looking after Stefan, Frank’s 10-year-old son, were also good. The writing is always good, pacey and action packed. However halfway through, the tropes of all the other books start to filter in, along with the same problems; more misery heaped on Nick Stone, the plot that speeds up at the end with big leaps where I had trouble following what was going on, with a conclusion that seemed rushed and hard to figure out what had happened.
But many of these issues have always been part of these books, and I’m still reading them, so its not enough to put me off. But I’m not in a rush to get these read and finished like I used to be, but they are still better than many of the other spy/military thrillers about.