A review by matt4hire
The Obsidian Chamber by Douglas Preston, Lincoln Child

1.0

About halfway through, and...I'm done. I've been reading the Pendergast novels since Relic, and enjoyed the living heck out of them. They're absurd, sure, but they also have a sense of excitement that's generally missing from most other airport thrillers.

Up until a few books ago, I found this excitement waning. Cemetery Dance was a load of hogwash, and the Helen trilogy just kept running a little too long in each book. But then! White Fire came along, and my love affair with these books was renewed. The two books after that maintained that thrill, that joie de vivre, for me, and I was back on board.

And then...this book. This sad, absurd little book that's destroyed my faith in these authors, that's junked everything I ever found enjoyable, that's managed to be pretty much the most boring thriller I think I've ever read. And I just can't anymore. I can't get a new book in the series and wonder if it's going to be one of the good ones or not.

So goodbye, Aloysius, D'Agosta, and all the rest. It's been fun, but I think it's time we parted ways.