Last week I read “The Cabinet of Curiosities”. Nothing I’d recommend even to my worst enemy. That book’s as much literary quality as David Hasselhoff’s as an actor.
Anyway, looking at my bookshelf, I saw that I’d three more books from the duo Preston/Child that I hadn’t read. Three! Can you believe that? Three whole books. So, as I am a bit stubborn, I picked “Riptide” up and slowly, very slowly, I started reading it. In my world, after “The Cabinet of Curiosities” the chapter Preston/Child was closed, but amazingly, “Riptide” had a completely different pace and the writing was a lot more… yeah, mature. Being fair I think “Riptide” is a good mystery/adventure book until the last 100 pages. It kept me turning the pages and even if it isn’t a superb read, it was a book that didn’t insult my intelligence (by the way… I consider myself being a normal person) every 5 minutes. I don’t think that I am going to read the other two books that I’ve left to read, which are “The Ice Limit” and “Still Life with Crows”, so feel free to email me if you’re a fan and maybe we can work something out. I think that when you constantly read books you become, not aware of it, a bit demanding. I think that every time you read a great/superb book ― whether it is a crime novel such as “Mystic River”, “Gorky Park” or “A Small Dead in Lisbon”; or more classic literature such as “Dracula” or “One Hundred Years of Solitude” ― you open a door that’s very hard to close. Sometimes I feel like I just want to read a book for fun, but even then, I don’t want to read such crap as “The Cabinet of Curiosities”, “Reliquary” or “The Righteous Men”. The line for me goes very near this book. A book that is entertaining although like I said before, the last 100 pages are a bit boring because the action was predictable and the mystery behind the sword was a big joke.
