I always thought that Grisham was this big literary giant, but the storytelling is... kind of flat. It opened up very promising, right in the middle of the action and then it just.... was. There isn't much guesswork or mystery, it's fairly flat. The premise is that Fitzgerald's manuscripts have been stolen from Princeton's library by a bunch of amateur bad guys who want to flip them for some serious money. Enter Mercer, a broke barely getting by author who is contacted by an insurance company to act as a spy... it's as ridiculous as it sounds. Mercer has the "perfect alibi" so she was recruited to spy on the main "suspect" Bruce. Bruce wasn't the man who stole the manuscripts but he is a bookstore owner who dabbles in stolen and rare books. I mean. It was fine. Maybe I will read the next, but I am not rushing into it.
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