A review by melbsreads
Two Graves by Douglas Preston

3.0

2.5 stars. Meh. I've enjoyed the Agent Pendergast books in the past, but this just felt choppy and all over the place. In the first couple of pages, Pendergast is reunited with his wife, who he'd thought for 20-odd years was dead. A few pages later, she's shot dead for real. This sends him - understandably - into a spiral of grief and self-destructive behaviour and suicidal tendencies. Blah blah blah, he finds out that his wife had a big secret and ends up hunting Nazis in the Amazon.

Meanwhile, back in the US, Dr. Felder trying to track down a sample of Constance's hair to prove that she was born in the 1870s, and Corrie is trying to help her long-estranged father who's been framed for bank robbery. None of the stories fitted together in any way, and it felt like the characters that we know of old, like D'gosta, were shoehorned into the story for the fans rather than serving any actual purpose.

It wasn't BAD, it just wasn't particularly good. And it definitely wasn't compelling reading. I read an average of between 200 and 300 pages a day, and it took me a week to finish this because I just didn't care.