A review by rodhunt
The Broker by John Grisham

2.0

The third of my summer of a trio of trash reads- possibly the most entertaining but with a fizzer of an ending. I’m not sure that enduring Wilbur Smith and John Grisham books can be called “reading”. There isn’t much thought required of the person with the book - ( trying hard not to say “reader”. Perhaps this was written as a tempter for a film script? Perhaps if I’m stuck in an airport, exiled to Siberia with few English books available or lodging in an aged care facility unable to communicate I might read another one but I doubt it.