The Broker...

I am happy. For after a long long time I actually finished a book...And it is a book that i did not keep down with a frown...instead when I closed the book I had a smile that spelt satisfactopn. A John Grisham book...The Broker. Honestly this guy lacks the adrenaline rush which a Frederick Forsyth promises, nor the racing heartbeat guaranteed by a Robert Ludlum or the exquisite simple story telling of Jeffrey Archer...yet the guy has style and a way with simple words. I loved the book not because of the way he described the CIA...they were as good as shadows lurking in the background. I loved the way he described a small town in Italy. It left me dreaming. I could feel travelling in those buses, could feel my steps guiding me through the porticoes, could sniff the cigarette smoke in the small cafe's and feel the pride of people as they talked about their country.
A good book. Not much of a thriller...just a nice bedtime read about an old man finding love and himself as he runs away from himself...
A 7 out of 10...