Camino Island by John Grisham

*sigh*
I wanted to love this, as I do most other Grisham novels.  It was just OK.  But OK for a Grisham is like an F for anybody else.

The beginning of this book was fabulous.  I was all into it and super excited to continue.  I've got a weird obsession with the stolen antiquities market, and here's a literary theft.  A gang of thieves breaks into the Princeton Library and steals priceless F. Scott Fitzgerald manuscripts.

And that's where the excitement ended.

Two of the thieves are caught almost instantly, thief 3 kills thief 4 to make a faster getaway.  The tech guy behind the theft gets away and is never mentioned again.

Enter a laid-off professor and wannabe writer.  The university's insurance company hires her to infiltrate the used book store and gain the trust of its owner, whom they believe now has the stolen manuscripts.

It. Was. So. Boring.

Wannabe writer (I kept picturing her as Velma from Scooby Doo for some reason) and used book salesman end up sleeping together.  Thief 3 seeks to steal back the manuscripts.  Insurance rep keeps popping up randomly.

In the end, and yeah SPOILER ALERT, used book salesman ransoms the manuscripts for insurance money and invites the wannabe writer/spy back for sex any time she's visiting.

Perhaps for someone not familiar with the usual caliber of John Grisham this would be a good read.  Huge Fitzgerald fans might like it as well, simply for the way he figures into the plot (Hemingway does too).  An OK time killer.

This will be donated to the WHHS LMC when we get back.

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