I've decided that every child in the US should have to take a survival course-you know, one of those courses that teach you how to make fires from rubbing two sticks together or hunt small game with a penknife and a straw (for the blowgun, of course!). Because if the literary (and horror movie) world is any indication, we are all, one day, going to be running for our lives through the wilderness, being chased by crazy, homicidal maniacs.
I don't think that this book is one of Deaver's best, though I suppose it was enjoyable enough. Starting with a tired plot device is not a good sign of things to come, and Deaver does not manage to make it fresh. One of the things that I like about Deaver's Lincoln Rhyme series is the interplay between the characters, and the depth with which they are written. It is all too easy in a successful series to just turn the characters into one-dimensional representations, but Deaver's characters don't usually feel flat to me. Well, except in this novel. I got Brynn the most-she was relate-able to me as a single parent who was trying to let another adult into the parenting scheme. But even so I felt a certain amount of detachment from all of the characters, and in the end didn't really care too much about any of them.
The story was interesting, though, and there were a few twists that I didn't see coming. If it wasn't at least mostly entertaining I wouldn't have finished it, after all. This goes on my "eh" list-if you're a Deaver fan, you should probably read it (if you haven't already, it's a couple years old). If you've never read Deaver before and want to try his thrillers, start with The Bone Collector-and stick with the Rhyme novels.