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Book Review: Long Lost

    Hey, everyone. I stopped by Books-A-Million the other day. As I strolled about I looked at songbooks, magazines and the bargain racks of hardcover novels. I rarely buy the new hardcovers due to the ridiculous cost. I mean, like a wine lover, one must wait until the $27 novel mellows into a succulent $6.99 book. I bought five such books, which would have cost more as an ebook on the on-line stores.
     One of these books is Long Lost, a novel by Harlan Coben. Coben is hard to beat among present day authors. This book is excellent, very close to being that rare breed, 4 stars out of 4. Here's the recipe. Myron Bolitar, a sports agent, is our hero. His routine is shattered when a lady from his past calls him and begs him to come to Paris. Coincidentally, his current love interest dumps him about the same time, making it easy to run to the devastating Terese Collins in Paris. Why not fly over and drown his sorrows in the arms of the passionate Terese? But his fling from the past is in trouble and draws Myron into a mixture of murder, kidnapping and international intrigue. Terese thinks that her daughter, who supposedly has been dead for years, is still alive. Myron, with all his connections, is the ideal man to find out the truth.
    There is the trademark Harlan Coben, delving into technology. There is also that creepiness that Coben likes to bring to his books. 'Could this stuff really happen?', goes through the reader's mind. I'm walking the line here so I won't give away the whole plot. Let me just say, it's action packed and fast-paced, with no boring, 'make it through this slow part' segments. I'll just say it's good, buy it if you want to.
    CE Wills
PS: The character 'Win' in this book is a great addition to the book. He steals the show. Hollywood, step up and make this a movie.
PPS: My thanks to Mark Stewart, an Australian writer, for his kind review of The Stalk, over on Smashwords. You are much appreciated, Mark.

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