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I wanted to love Camelot...

It's rare for me to not finish a book...

I've spent the last few months transitioning from working in Middle Grade Science Fiction to promoting cozy mysteries and noir suspense. With the change has come the need to get reacquainted with what's going on in the mystery / suspense / thriller world.

Code Name Camelot is an undeniable blockbuster of a book. At the time of this writing it's ranked in the top 100 of the entire Kindle store and has several thousand five star reviews. It seemed like it was a solid "You're gonna like this book," so I downloaded it and dove in.

Well... I downloaded it and read a few pages, then had to set it down and give it another go later. Then came back to it, read a few pages, and set it down again. And again. And again.

I wanted to love this book, truly I did! But after forcing my way through the first third of the book, I came to the realization that I simply do not enjoy David Archer's writing style (in this novel at least). His tone is blunt and direct, without any extra window dressing, which I typically like. But not this time. Not this book.

I am sad to report that I opted to add this one to my very short DNF (Did Not Finish) list. Instead, I moved on to Mark Dawson's The Cleaner. With a similar topic (secret assassin thrown under the bus), and story line that could fit well into Archer's world, The Cleaner has me gripped to the page and I've read as much of it in a couple hours as I read of Code Name Camelot over nearly a week of reading.

Now, take my opinion on this with a grain of salt. Code Name Camelot has thousands upon thousands of die-hard fans. So if it looks interesting to you, give it a try.

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