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About to depart on his first vacation in years, Edward Wozny, a hotshot young investment banker, is sent to help one of his firm's most important and mysterious clients. His task is to search their library stacks for a precious medieval codex, a treasure kept sealed away for many years and for many reasons. Enlisting the help of passionate medievalist Margaret Napier, Edward is determined to solve the mystery of the codex-to understand its significance to his wealthy clients, and to decipher the seeming parallels between the legend of the codex and an obsessive role-playing computer game that has absorbed him in the dark hours of the night.

The chilling resolution brings together the medieval and the modern aspects of the plot in a twist worthy of earning comparisons to novels by William Gibson and Dan Brown, not to mention those by A. S. Byatt and Umberto Eco. Lev Grossman's Codex is a thriller of the highest order.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780156028592
Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
Publication date: 05/02/2005
Edition description: First Edition
Pages: 368
Sales rank: 224,324
Product dimensions: 5.31(w) x 8.00(h) x 1.01(d)

About the Author

LEV GROSSMAN is Time magazine's book critic. He has written articles for the New York Times, Salon, Entertainment Weekly, Time Out New York, and the Village Voice. He lives in Brooklyn.

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EDWARD WOZNY STOOD squinting at the sun as crowds of people excused themselves past him in both directions. It was hot and bright. He was wearing a very expensive gray handmade suit, and he had to check what seemed like dozens of inside and outside pockets of various sizes and shapes before he found the scrap of paper he was looking for.

He turned it over. It was roughly triangular, with one clean right angle and one ragged edge, the corner of a piece of copier paper rescued from the recycling bin at his office. On one side was a fragment of a xeroxed memo beginning "...insofar as all holders of any equity funds..." On the other side was a name and an address written in blue ballpoint pen. He folded it neatly in half and put it back in the tiny inside pocket-within-a-pocket where he found it.

Edward checked his watch and set off up Madison Avenue, stepping over a NO STANDING sign that had been wrenched out of the concrete and lay across the sidewalk. In front of the corner bodega a man was spraying down trays of cabbage and lettuce and Swiss chard with a hose, filling the air with a ripe, wet, vegetable smell. A branching delta of glittering rivulets ran down toward the gutter. He stepped fastidiously between them and turned the corner onto Eighty-fourth Street.

He felt good-or at least, he was doing his best to feel good. Edward was on vacation, his first time off since he'd started work four years ago, and he'd forgotten what it was like. He was free to go wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted, and could do whatever he wanted when he got there. He thought he would enjoy it, but he felt unsettled, disoriented. He didn't know what to do with himself, with this blank, unscripted, in-between time. Yesterday he'd been a hard-charging, highly paid investment banker in New York, and two weeks from now he'd be a hard-charging, highly paid investment banker in London. For now he was just Edward Wozny, and he wasn't totally sure who that was. Working was all he did, and it was all he could remember doing. What did people do when they weren't working? Play? What were the rules? What did you get if you won?

He sighed and squared his shoulders. It was a quiet block, lined on both sides with expensive limestone townhouses. One of the facades was completely overgrown with a single fantastic vine as thick as a tree and twisted like a rope. A crew of overalled workmen was wrestling a white upright piano down a flight of steps into a basement apartment.

Watching them struggle with it, Edward almost stumbled over a woman who was crouched down on the pavement.

"You know, if you're going to use that word with me," she said crisply, "you'd better be sure you mean it."

The woman was squatting down on her haunches, her dress stretched taut between her thighs, one hand on the pavement for balance like a sprinter ready to burst out of the starting blocks. Her face was hidden from him by the wide brim of a cream sun hat. A few yards behind her stood a white-haired man with a narrow face like a knife-her husband? her father?-waiting next to a cart piled with trunks and suitcases. His hands were clasped lightly behind his back.

"Don't be such a child," he replied.

"Oh, I'm a child now? Is that what I am?" she asked excitedly. Her accent was somewhere between English and Scottish.

"Yes, that's exactly what you are."

The woman looked up at Edward. She was older than he was, maybe thirty-five or forty, with pale skin and dark wavy hair-beautiful in a way that was long out of fashion, like a girl in a silent movie. He could see the pale tops of her breasts in their lacy white cups. Edward hated this kind of public display-it was like rounding a corner and stumbling directly into somebody's bedroom-and he tried to slide past her, but she made eye contact before he could make his escape.

"And what about you? Are you just going to stand there looking down my dress, or are you going to help me look for my earring?"

He stopped. For a critical moment a simple, diplomatic response eluded him. Almost anything would have sufficed-a graceful demurral, a half-decent witticism, a lofty silence-but he blanked.

"Sure," he muttered. Slowly, awkwardly, he crouched down next to her. The woman picked up the exchange with her companion-her husband, Edward decided-as if nothing had interrupted them.

"Well, I'd rather be a child," she said, "than an old man with a red face!"

Edward frowned, studying the glittering cement sidewalk and pretending to have suddenly gone profoundly deaf. He had somewhere to be and his own business to mind.

But he couldn't help noticing that the couple was impeccably dressed. He had a professional knack for estimating incomes, and he smelled money here. The man wore a perfectly tailored light flannel summer suit, the woman a fitted cream sundress that matched her hat. He was thin and a little ravaged-looking, with a thick shock of white hair; his complexion actually was a little florid, as if he'd just gotten back from a spell in the tropics. The luggage piled up on the cart was extravagant, made of deep green leather with a rough, pebbly texture, and it included pieces of every imaginable shape and size, from tiny cubical vanity cases to giant steamer trunks studded with gleaming metal clasps to a circular hatbox the size of a bass drum. It was old-fashioned, either vintage or a meticulous re-creation thereof-it had the glamorous air of an early twentieth-century transatlantic ocean liner, the kind featured in old newsreels being christened with bottles of champagne amid silent storms of confetti.

A sedan with tinted windows idled by the curb. On each piece of luggage was a label with a single word, in small or large letters: WEYMARSHE.

Edward decided to break his silence.

"So what did it look like?" he asked. "The earring, I mean?"

The woman looked at him as if a passing shih tzu had suddenly spoken.

"Silver. The backing must have fallen off." She paused, then added unhelpfully: "It's a Yardsdale."

The older man got tired of waiting and knelt down too, pausing first to tug up the legs of his trousers with the air of somebody being dragged into something that was infinitely beneath his dignity. Soon they were joined by the driver, a sallow man with a weak chin-a virtual straight line from his lower lip to his collar-who looked cautiously under the limousine. The doorman finished loading the luggage into the trunk. Edward sensed that they shared the older man's dislike of the woman in the sun hat. They were allied against her.

Something crunched under Edward's right heel. He drew back his foot to reveal the crushed remains of the earring. Judging from its surviving twin it must have been shaped like a delicate silver hourglass, but now it was a scrap of mashed tinsel indistinguishable from a gum wrapper.

Serves her right for dragging him into this, he thought. He stood up.

"Sorry," he said, without making any special effort to sound apologetic. "I didn't see it."

Edward held out his hand. The woman stood up too, her face flushed from squatting for so long. He expected an explosion, but instead she looked like she'd just gotten exactly what she wanted for Christmas. She flashed him a heartbreaking smile and plucked the earring delightedly from his hand. As she did so he noticed something he'd missed before: a drop of blood, swollen and fully formed, dangling tremulously from her delicate earlobe. Another spot of blood was visible on the shoulder of her dress right below it.

"Look, Peter! He utterly demolished it!" She turned gaily to her husband, who was brushing invisible dirt from his sleeves. "Well, you could at least try to feign some interest."

He peered at the contents of her palm.

"Yes, very nice."

Just like that, they were back to keeping up appearances. The woman rolled her eyes at Edward conspiratorially, then turned to the car. The weak-chinned driver opened one of the doors, and she climbed into the back seat.

"Well, thank you very much, anyway," she called back to Edward from the bowels of the sedan.

The driver shot Edward a warning glance, as if to say, that's it, that's all you get, and the limousine peeled away from the curb with a short, sharp screech. Were they somebody famous? Should he have recognized them? A little triangle of the woman's cream dress was trapped in the door when it closed, and it luffed frantically in the wind. Edward pointed and started to yell something after them, then stopped. What was the point? As the car turned the corner onto Park Avenue, still accelerating, Edward watched it go with a sense of mild relief. But he felt a trace of belated disappointment, too-the way Alice might have felt if she had decided, sensibly and prudently but boringly, not to follow the White Rabbit down the rabbit hole.

He shook his head and refocused on the matter at hand. Edward was officially on vacation, two weeks off free and clear before he took over his new job in the London office, but he had agreed to look in on a client before he left. They were a married couple, colossally wealthy, and he'd had a small part in making them fractionally wealthier, a rather artful deal he'd orchestrated involving silver futures, a chain of thoroughbred horse farms, and a huge and hugely undervalued aviation insurance company. Setting it up had involved weeks of mind-crushingly dull research, but when he'd put all the elements in motion it had worked perfectly, like musical chairs in reverse: When the music stopped everyone else was left sitting down in an uncomfortable position, and he was the one left standing up, free to walk away with an appallingly large heap of money. He'd never even met the clients, hadn't known they knew who he was, but he supposed they'd gotten his name from his boss-probably they'd asked after that promising young lad who'd earned them all that cash, and that was why they'd requested him today. He'd been instructed to keep them happy at all costs. At the time he'd made a fuss about it-what was the point of starting up a new client relationship just when he was about to leave?-but now he was embarrassed to realize that he was almost looking forward to it.

The building the well-dressed couple was leaving turned out to be his destination: an ugly old brown brick high-rise left over from the nineteenth century. The windows were small and crowded close together except for the very top three stories, where they were twice or three times as tall as on the other floors. A cheap-looking, billiard-green awning extended out over the sidewalk with a much-trodden red carpet underneath it.

The doorman stepped forward.

"I can help you please?" he said. He was short and broad, with a thick mustache. His thick accent might have been Turkish.

"Laura Crowlyk. Twenty-third floor."

"If you are insisting." His bad English seemed to be a private joke that gave him a certain amount of satisfaction. "Nem pliz?"

"Edward Wozny."

The doorman stepped into a tiny alcove to the right of the doorway. It had a little wooden stool in it and an antiquated-looking intercom, all black knobs and Scotch tape and old yellowed slips of paper. He pressed a button and leaned down to speak into a grille. Edward couldn't hear the answer, but the man nodded and motioned him inside.

"I cannot stop you!"

The lobby was unexpectedly dark after the brightness of the day outside. He had a fleeting impression of dark wood and cigar smoke, shabby red oriental rugs and mirrored squares on the walls that were imperfectly fitted together. It was a once-grand building gone to seed. The instant he pressed the elevator button a bell rang and the doors shuddered open. It was a minute or two before he reached the twenty-third floor. Edward took the time to straighten his tie and shoot his cuffs.

When the doors opened again he found himself in a bright anteroom, as sunny and airy and open as the lobby had been dark and shabby, with white walls and a hard, polished wood floor. Opposite him his reflection appeared in a full-length mirror with a heavy gilt frame, its face misted over with age. He checked his appearance. Edward was tall and skinny, young-looking for his age-twenty-five-with sharp, pale features. His hair was short and very black, and his eyebrows ran in two thin, high curves that gave him a slightly startled expression at all times. He practiced his banker's face: pleasant, well-meaning, attentive, with a touch of sympathy-not too much-and a shadow of gravity.

A battered old umbrella stand stood in one corner, upholstered in some exotic-looking reptile skin. He imagined the beast that had donated its hide, shot long ago in some obscure tropical colony by a cartoon safari hunter with a pith hat and a blunderbuss. A pair of French doors opened onto the apartment proper. Edward let himself into a spacious sitting room. A sturdy young black woman in an apron was fussing with some knickknacks on an end table. She turned around, startled.

"Hi," Edward said.

"You here to see Laura?" she said, already backing away. Edward nodded.

She hurried away. Edward took up a position on the edge of an enormous and complicated oriental rug. Sunlight streamed in through a pair of impressively tall windows. The room's opulence was pleasantly at odds with the building's gritty exterior; it was like stumbling onto a secret pasha's hideaway. The ceiling was high and white, and there were some side tables standing against the walls, set with vases full of elaborate arrangements of dried flowers. In a small but expensive-looking painting, a pointillist person sculled.

"Is that Edward?"

It was a oman's voice, a low alto with a light English accent. He turned around. Laura Crowlyk was small and fortyish, with a long and elegant face, bright eyes, and slightly unruly brown hair tied back in a bunch.

Copyright © 2004 by Lev Grossman

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Codex 3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 51 reviews.
Integrity_Consultants More than 1 year ago
Encryption for Bibliophiles: "Codex" caught my attention when seeking additional reads like, "Erebos." I cannot speak highly enough of, "Codex." This creation was the perfect blend of historical mystery and techno-fantasy with a labyrinthine plot. Upon arriving here today to write this review, I was positively puzzled to read some of the reviews warning readers to bypass, "Codex" in favor of books with a tidier, more opportune, resolution. My rebuttal to these reviews is simply that this is a book for true bibliophiles, and more specifically, those who are seeking an intelligent thriller with elements of history and fantasy as well as mystery. In literature, as in life, endings are not always dandy. Our paths are as winding and convoluted as the maze that held the Minotaur, so to speak. These paths are irrevocably altered by our choices, and those choices are shrouded in everything from belief and preference to human nature, desires, and bad judgement. If a reader goes into, "Codex" with the mindset that these characters can be as human as we are, then the read will be as thrilling for them as it was for me. Having read authors such as Dan Brown, Arturo Pérez-Reverte, Steve Berry, and Matthew Pearl, I can say that, "Codex" is among my top five and very highly recommended by this reviewer.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I loved this book! I studied Medieval History and Literature in college so I was hooked from the start. I loved it up until the end. The supposed plot twist at the end was very anti-climatic and ruined the book for me. I feel like the author was rushed to write it and/or had no clue where to go with the story and the character so he wrote a second-rate ending to finishing things up.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I found it to be very slow paced, not a 'thrilling adventure' as advertized. It seemed the main character was just a bystander in his own story and nothing was fully explained. The history part of the story was pretty interesting and I wish there had been more of it.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This writer is talented, characters are believable, but this book doesn't go anywhere. All total maybe six pages of suspense and as far as action... well. there isn't any! Just as the plot twists the book ends and the ending is not worth the wait. I will be on the lookout for this author's next book however as he shows a lot of promise.
dawnbirduk on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Good potential but very disappointing
dsbs on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Pretty decent most of the way through, although the writing style, in the tradition of Dan Brown, leaves much to be desired. For example, he clearly missed the 'kill all adjectives' class in English, and I swear I may vomit if I see the word 'the' one more time. As for characters, he gets points for originality, but most of them are merely sketches. Unusual sketches, but still; flat. The ENDING, on the other hand, was absolute bullshit. YES, I got the 'allegorical' and the 'metaphorical' connections to MOMUS and the codex, but please. Way to make the reader feel like the novel was a complete waste of their time, Grossman. Plus, I predicted the main twist 1/3 of the way through. I kept place, too, so I could go back and point out my brilliance (or, you know, Grossman's stupidity). In summation: decent, if you've got nothing else to read.
bewise1 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
what was this book about? I gave it 3 stars due to the fact that I could read through it and it kept my interest fairly well. But it was a little forgettable.
robbieg_422 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Banker, Edward, hired by wealthy (noble) client to search their private library for an ancient manuscript that may or may not even exist. There's something hidden within the manuscript that could be damaging. Parallel plot is that he's given a video game by his college friend which seems to parallel the history of the manuscript. Edward stumbles upon a scholarly girl, Margaret, who helps him.This was such a promising book---one of those 'hidden secrets in old books' sort of stories that I usually love! It started off well enough: 'unsuspecting protagonist that stumbles into a puzzle to be solved that comsumes his every thought'; except it didn't, really. He played the reluctant hero throughout, which only works if the reluctant hero only pushes on because something is at stake (either moral or financial would have been ok; but there was nothing---he had a good career already, he wasn't the least bit knowledgable or even interested in his quarry; he wasn't even in love with the girl.) It simply wasn't believable that this particular character would be drawn into this. Even towards the end, on one page he was ready to chuck his career, and on the next, he was saying he'd never let anything get in the way of it. He didn't know who he was. This would have been ok, had it been a growth process, but he was the same person in chapter one that he was on the last page. The plot concept was very promising! The whole ancient and modern parallel stories; one the historical account of a lost manuscript, the other the progression of a mysterious video game that 'fell' into Edward's hands. This part was frustrating to me. I thought that part of the plot would devolop differently, but it didn't. This would have been an awesome place for conflict that just never took place. The first half of the book did a good job of laying the foundations, but the second half just hurried through everything and ended without a notable climax in the story at all. We read every detail of how Margaret (Edward's Medieval expert) unobtrusively picked the lock on an ancient book, but skimmed through her cracking the code within a code (the main object of their search) on the first try. I guess that was the climax, because after that, everything just fell into place. Even the bad guys (if you can call them that--I'm not really sure), talked tough at one point; and I thought, oh, now we've got some conflict--I knew this would get better; only to be frightened off when Edward's college buddy happened to show up and say something to the effect of, 'leave him alone' (I knew he was in this story for some reason). That, apparently, was enough, even though a noble family's fortune, birthright, and reputation for all of history was at stake. You'd think they could have afforded better thugs. We saw no more bad guys for the rest of the novel. At this point, I was really hoping for the college buddy, or Margaret, or somebody, to be hiding something--throw me a curve, cause the story is flat. Even the explaination of the video game was dull, and I had high hopes for that. And as far as what was at stake--I don't get that, either. We weren't given sufficient background info on the Duke and Dutchess to warrent their quarrel. I'm not saying it couldn't have been, but the reader wasn't given enough to indicate a reason why one would turn on the other. AND, on top of all of that, the 'secret' they found within the manuscript--I'm not sure that it would have been solid enough to ruin a man. Alot could be read into what was found, but I don't think it would have held up without further documentation--just my opinion.There was no satisfying resolution to this story. Good didn't win, evil didn't win. Nobody won. It seemed to me the author may have been leaving options open for a sequil. There still needs to be some resolution. He could have left one little thread hanging that would have served as an invitation to write more later (Luke, I'm your father....sorry, I digress). It felt to
mschaefer on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Well-written, and, at least first part, well constructed; ending less than satisfying or convincing.
callmecayce on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
While not as good as The Magicians, this book was at least entertaining. I expected to like it more, after all it's a book about books, but that wasn't the case. It was a mediocre read about a mysterious book, an ancient library and, well, romance. Kind of. Not recommended.
jwhenderson on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Lev Grossman has written a novel, CODEX, which is at once a mystery about books, coincidences, deception and very old secrets. The protagonist is Edward Wozny, a young investment banker who has just begun a two week hiatus before moving from New York to London. During this hiatus he is drawn to the home and library of one of his clients and becomes involved, along with an eccentric young scholar, Margaret Napier, whom he enlists to help him catalog the books. Most important is one particular ...more Lev Grossman has written a novel, CODEX, which is at once a mystery about books, coincidences, deception and very old secrets. The protagonist is Edward Wozny, a young investment banker who has just begun a two week hiatus before moving from New York to London. During this hiatus he is drawn to the home and library of one of his clients and becomes involved, along with an eccentric young scholar, Margaret Napier, whom he enlists to help him catalog the books. Most important is one particular book, the Codex of the title, which becomes the object of their quest. It seems the library, belonging to the Duke and Duchess of Bowmry, may contain a book invaluable to the aristocratic family. And as much as the Duke wants it to remain hidden, the Duchess wants it found. Soon, Edward also wants to find the book, as he is pulled deeper into the search.As the search develops Edward becomes obsessed with a computer game, MOMUS, and apparently the game and the search for the Codex are connected. The tale spins out questions as to the existence of the book and the reason for the interest of the owners in it. While the mystery grows the book, thankfully, develops neither in any particular dangerous nor violent directions. There is simply an air of mystery and a few, perhaps a few too many, coincidences as the story develops. The author inserts dream sequences into Wozny's story which I found a bit cumbersome, but, ultimately the story was entertaining with an interesting blend of the modern and medieval that works surprisingly well. There are sufficient details about medieval books to keep bibliophiles happy while the writing style is pleasant and never too heavy. I found Codex a thought-provoking tale for relaxation and enjoyment.
Livana on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I read Codex hoping it would be a little in the line of The Da Vinci Code, but I was disappointed.The book's story develops very (too) slowly and is set up in a way that makes it mildly interesting.
etimme on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed the prose in this book quite a lot. Grossman's protagonist is a focused young professional that starts to lose his drive during a furlough between jobs, and the story of how he becomes engrossed in the legend of an author that might not exist is well told opposite a story that unfolds in a video game written by a man who also might not exist. The themes of discovery and internal reflection resonated with me, and "the journey being its own reward" was also an ongoing theme in this book that worked well. If anything, the ending of this book left me unsatisfied and wanting no ending at all. Having the story wrap up so conveniently seemed counter to the rest of the book.
ian743 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
An interesting story although a disappointing ending.
MrsLee on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I read through this book despite the profanity and the unnecessary sex (not explicit, just unnecessary), because of the references to medieval literature and books. It seemed to be a good suspenseful plot that might take some interesting and unexpected turns at the end. Well, all I can say is that when I read the last page I said, "That's IT!" Oh well. This will not stay on my shelves.
Linkmeister on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Codex was okay, but ultimately not compelling. It really fizzled at the end; no grand confrontation, no thorough explanation of what the heck was going on throughout the first 325 pages, no nuthin'. Grossman has a way with words, but his storytelling skills need honing, or maybe he was aiming for something I didn't recognize. It was disappointing.
Bookmarque on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The pacing was ok, but the story was thin and kind of hard to take seriously once the motivations and the reality are discovered. A mysterious book of dubious origin is always tantalizing, but much like the document at the heart of the Rule of Four, this one ends in a whimper, not a bang.The characters are difficult to get a handle on, too. Edward is really difficult to understand. He¿s world weary investment banker. Savvy and experienced and ready for a big promotion. Except he¿s 25. That just didn¿t jibe. He also seems to like men and women equally for all exclaiming he did over the handsomeness, togetherness and overall appeal of some of the other male characters. It was weird and off-putting.
Zmrzlina on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Interesting book. Nothing about any of the characters makes me care about them, however the pace is such that I didn't lose interest in the story, even if I didn't invest much in the characters. I was initially attracted to this because it reminded me of Club Dumas but it isn't as well drawn as that. Ian Pears is quoted on the cover of this book saying it is a thought-provoking read, and it is, but a bit too much computer game stuff thrown in for my taste. Fast read though, once I finally got to picking it up from the mountain of books.
wyvernfriend on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
An interesting story about an investment banker who is drawn into the search for a missing book. Meanwhile he's also drawn into a computer game which seems to parallel the tales told of the book.While it has several flaws and really has some seriously surreal moments that ring quite badly untrue, it does have moments where I recognised the firey zeal of a researcher.That having been said the story lacks a serious flow and the characters really lack depth, it would possibly have been better written from the first person.
pamplemousse on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Interesting, if not particulalry brilliant novel, about a quest for a mediaeval manuscript with a supposed hidden message. Yadda yadda yadda. But it rolls along at a nice pace. The protagonist is a young investment banker, who somehow gets asked to sort out a library for a wealthy client, and find a special book. He gets help from a grad-student specialist in mediaeval literature, and a geek friend whos into computer games.Something he could have made more of is the contrast between the worlds of library, computer gaming and finance -- they're all nerds in their own ways. But he doesn't. But still a good read.
JBD1 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Another of the huge crop of literary thrillers out in the past couple of years. Not one of the best.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Do not recommend
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I thought the magicians series was great so i decided to give this a try. I wish i hadn't. Story was disjointed and large parts really had no relevance to the plot. The last third leading up to the ending just made no sense at all. Also the author tries to keep to a timeline but the timeline would only work if there were 48 hrs in a day or 14 days in a week. The concept had potential. The execution was lacking. This authors other books are a definite improvement.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago