If any of you have read Cussler's work before you are probably wondering what has taken me so damn long to read this one. It's not exactly War and Peace (more on that to come).Well, 'ol Nats is trying to get a job. The nice HR lady he spoke with the other day said her husband likes Clive Cussler books and she would have him check out my site. I've been delaying my review so as not to possibly offend. Let's keep our fingers crossed, shall we?
I have many, many problems with Lost Empire. First of all, our heroes, Sam and Remi Fargo, are a married couple who are ALWAYS together. They are together so much that I get sick of being around Remi and she's not even my wife. Or, um, real. But I digress. Anyway, they are together 24/7 yet they never argue, or disagree, or get irritated with each other. When you combine that with the fact that they are perfect physical specimens (of course), they are madly in love (gag), and they are always alone in tropical locals or five star hotels, you'd think they'd be mating little horny little bunnies. Nope. They never have sex, either (which, of course, is probably the only realistic part of their relationship). This book is very much what I would think a Disney Channel thriller for adults would be like. No sex, no violence (or at least very little), no swearing, no blood and guts, no drugs, no adult themed conversations, and a predictable ending where the good guys win and the bad guys lose. All very, very annoying.
Now don't get me wrong, I'm sure there is a market for this book. If you like your thrillers sterile and non-offensive in any way, than this is perfect. That's just not my kinda thing. I like people being offensive. I like being offensive. Like telling idiotic car wash owners to go f*ck themselves when they try to sneak in extra fees (but again, I digress).
Anyway, read this, don't read this, I don't care. Just don't blame me when you realize how lame it is. You've been warned.
Nats
