


Just a story to get him through the next few months. Nothing groundbreaking or earth-shattering. The famous author has a deadline, so he whips up something to bide his time. I enjoyed this book for what it was, a story to amuse, and in that sense it reminded me a little bit of Stephen King‘s The Colorado Kid (2005), which I read recently.

It’s melodramatic and predictable, yet with enough testosterone to keep it lively. This story is a far cry from Grisham’s earlier, gripping yarns like A Time to Kill and The Client-and a bit like watching the Lifetime Network, but a male version (if there is such a thing). I don’t understand the sentiment behind these two quotes from within John’s Grisham‘s 2007 novel, Playing for Pizza, but I don’t think this a book that’s supposed to make a reader think too hard.
