Everyone wants to be able to read minds, right? Or control another person's mind so that they experience the pain of a gunshot wound or the terror invoked by the sight of an enormous shark. Right? Not if you're John Smith, spy, mind reader, bounty hunter, and all-around badass. Every time he uses his talent his body pays for it and drugs and alcohol can relieve only a fraction of the pain. His world is a miasma of other people's thoughts constantly bombarding him. However unpleasant, painful, invasive, or isolating, his curse is what keeps him employed and wealthy.
When strangers strafe a friend's wedding with automatic fire, putting her and others in the hospital, Smith is out for vengeance. But something is off; the men have no connection to his friend, no obvious reason for attacking her. They aren't paid assassins. They have no agenda. And Smith has only one clue: Downvote. When Smith learns the meaning of Downvote, the answer is quite chilling.
I won't get into too much detail, but Flashmob shows just how pervasive, and scary, the Internet has become. We wake up, pick up our phones and read the latest social media tweet or post or email. We can't leave the house or even the room without our phone in hand; it's become an appendage. The Internet influences what we wear, drink, eat, or do. It consumes us 24/7. But what if one person was able to control us using only the Internet?
That's the uptick of Flashmob. It's a cautionary tale wrapped up in an action thriller and it moves fast. From California to Iceland to Hong Kong to Thailand and back again, the book doesn't let up on the action. The characters are interesting, the story is a good one, and the book is a fun read. From his perspective, it sucks to be John Smith, but the reader will enjoy hearing what goes on in that man's head.
Here’s hoping to see him again soon.