Where do I begin? I knew by the end of the first chapter that I wasn’t going to like this book. The stereotype of male novelists is that they always make their leading ladies one-dimensional. Cath Fox is sultry and selfish and that is just about it.
Much of this story was predictable, and the parts that were shocking were so unbelievable that I just didn’t care. Rags to riches, mother and daughter reuniting, commonly overdone themes that don’t find a fresh voice here. In the end, the “Adventuress” is applauded for her ruthlessness, although it hasn’t brought her or anyone around her any happiness. And to top it all off, the cover photo has her scorpion tattoo in the wrong place!
This is an example of why good journalists don’t necessarily make good novelists.
Rating = 2