As much as I've loved Musso's other books, I absolutely hated this one. This book was the most ridiculous book I've ever read.
There's so much wrong with this book, I don't even know where to start.
First of all the two main characters, Jonathan and Madeline are the world's two most deplorable people. They are incredibely rude, to each other, to basically everyone around them. The way Madeline treats and speaks to Takomi, her Japanese helper at the flower shop, is disgusting. I felt like slapping her every time she opened her mouth. She is disrespectful and rude - maybe the writer meant to show her as a cool, self sufficiant, no-nonsense woman, but it so not come across that way. Jonathan is equally as rude. Marcus is laughably full of clishès, an archetypical dope-smoking American hobo who makes disgusting sandwiches, microwaves his underware in lieu of cleaning... Seriously?! Then Jonathan leaves his son in the 'capable hands' of Marcus for Christmas, because he falls in love with the woman he switched his phone with. OMG. Who does that??? Then they both start to snoop around in the stranger's phone (what? No password protection?). Again: Who does that? Then there are maffia links, mexican drog cartells, murders, a dead guy eaten by a shark, American witness protection... This book has it all.
Seriously, this book has felt like a teenager wrote it while high on something. Guillaume Musso was either high or seriously lost when he penned this crap. Sorry. But this should never have been published. It's a laughable attempt at crime mystery. Dear readers, give yourselves a break and give this a miss, unless you want to laugh your heads off while rolling your eyes. Ridiculous.