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Ok, I've had another go because I've run out of books to read. This one was horrendous at the point at which I gave up the last time. I was delighted to discover that it actually gets WORSE. It is gobsmackingly awful. It is utter drivel. It is beyond bad. It is so bad that I don't actually believe it could possibly be this bad, so I now assume I'm reading the words the wrong way round. It has to be my fault. Nobody, NOBODY, could get this rubbish published so it has to be all in my head, not on the page. Or I need new glasses. How does one precis this lunacy? Unlikeable bloke with tiresome girlfriend falls off his bike leaving some "puzzle" unsolved which may have been the cause of his "accident". OHMIGOD! Meanwhile his brother Alex, a heart surgeon, falls in love with one of the most tedious patients ever (Lucy). Later, we discover that Lucy has an amazing affinity with the dead brother and knows everyone he knows without realising why. Ye gads - this is because (wait for it, wait for it) the heart of the dead brother, in an amazing coincidence, has been transplanted into her chest. Yes! It's like Alex now has the woman he loves, AND she has his brother's heart so it's as if he never went away. BINGO!!! In between times they "see" Dr Dee on the Thames, or someone else - who knows. who cares? They also start solving a series of completely daft puzzles whilst fending off some lunatic apocalypse obssessives who push people over and rifle through knicker drawers for fun. There is a lot of digging about under a mulberry tree in the garden, some poking about in a maze, and Lucy appears to have the blood of 17 divines running through her. Oh, and the number 34 seems crazily significant so the author crowbars mention of "34" into virtually every page going. They also find hidden flaps in clothes and motorbike saddlebags that the police and forensics have TOTALLY FAILED TO SEE!! despite combing through the evidence for days with magnifying glasses and other pieces of high tech surveilliance equipment. Frankly, the CID need to have a word with themselves if they can't even open a zip. No wonder this country is going to the dogs. I can't go on, either with this review, or the book. ------------- Do not read this book. Not ever. It's dreadful.