London Bridges by James Patterson
It is mostly a free-flowing
story. Of course, it has its twists and turns, yet not that thrilling. There is
an element of suspense from the beginning to the end concerning who Wolf is and
many speculations and investigations to uncover his identity. However, there is
hardly anything intriguing enough that tempts you to move from chapter to
chapter. I couldn’t help comparing it throughout the read with some other
thrillers with which you cannot help being compelled to turn the page at the
end of every chapter to get the answer to something puzzling in it in the
subsequent one.
The plain and straightforward
language made for a fast read. The chapters have been kept short so as to span
not more than two to three pages, perhaps to make it all crisp by a rapid
change in situations and settings instead of dragging the reader through the
same scenario for pages. So, there is a total of one hundred and twenty-four
chapters. However, a considerable part is occupied by descriptions of Alex
Cross’s affairs associated with his family and other connections, which is
hardly interesting and an unnecessary distraction that only diluted the core
theme and its suspense, fully sacrificing the prospect of a tighter plot.
Many characters and happenings
look sketchy; many elements in the plot exist without proper explanation or
justification. And no substantial accomplishment whatsoever is made by Alex
Cross, so to speak; secrets reveal themselves and not because of his efforts.
Finally, you are left wondering what the role of Alex Cross was in the entire
story. With not much of a tight grip on its characters or happenings, the book
looks like a bundle of objects loosely tied. Honestly, this purported thriller was
not that thrilling.
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