I wanted to like this book mostly because it is by a Seattle woman. I did not like it. On page 20, I promised myself that if I read the word tits one my time I could give up. From there until page 190-something, there was a lot of heavy breathing, a bunch of being so in lust the characters brains hardly functioned and way too much "insider information" on cutting jewels. (If I were interested, I'd read about jewels not try to read something entertaining.) I skipped the long chapter of them having sweaty teenage-hormone driven sex (they are both over 30). Then about page 300 the word tits popped back into the book, and I didn't have to read the last 98 pages.
Lowell writes like an older woman trying to be crude when she really isn't. She clearly hates the FBI and is pretty disgusted with men in general since all the men are vain, pompous, and power hungry--except gay men who weep a lot.
If you are looking for older books to read, go to J. A. Jance, Nevada Barr, or Tony Hillerman. If you want something unusual, see my lists of good books to give a chance.
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