we sat in on a Mystery panel. Most of the panelists were nominated for the Book Prize that would be held that night. Our favorite panelist was the writer who wasn't nominated, Charles McCarry. That must have been 2004. He was pushing his book, "Old Boys." The protagonist, Paul Christopher, is an old man. Hummm, I wonder if he is 60. This book is a severe prequel. This isn't an old man, it's a 16 year-old boy. McCarry wrote 6 books about Paul Christopher before he wrote this one. It was sort of like reading about the young Indiana Jones. We all know what happened next; what happened first? Only I had only read that one book 3 years ago about the old guy. So I don't know as much about the protagonist. Not as much as I was assumed to know.
He's half American and half German, lives in Germany pre-war with his parents. They are pro-Communist and active. She is beautiful, he is bookish and the boy is quite the guy. It was enjoyable, but it isn't great. It is the kind of book you read that doesn't teach you anything or do more than make you recoil at the horrible things people do to each other. Stuff happens, people die or are missing. And believe me, they are missing. There is no closure. I suppose it's closed in a different book. I'm not sure that I want to know so much that I will read all the other books.
I've started to listen to "Holy Cow!" about an Aussie's adventure in India. Now that's a good book. More on that when I finish. And Harry Potter just arrived on my doorstep. What to read...
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