Kane and Abel
It’s easy to scorch through 557 pages when you read in line at passport control, before you go to sleep and when you wake up.
Then on the bus, in the taxi and at dinner when your kids aren’t looking … because they’re convinced you’re obsessed. Which I am.
There are not many books that I tear through in a matter of weeks finding, or rather, making time available to read. I am in awe at how Jeffrey Archer spans 60 years of the lives of Kane and Abel and has us on the edge of our seats the entire time. It’s not action packed, there’s rarely a gun or a shot (oh, the Second World War scene) and there isn’t a single car chase. How oh how could this possibly be a page turner!?
A Polish immigrant and a Boston banker. Really? That’s supposed to intrigue me? But Jeffrey Archer effortlessly pulls us in so deeply that we’re right there in the Baron’s castle dungeon. We’re in the board room of the Boston bank. We can feel the hatred–and regret–from these stubborn old fools who make decisions based on a lifelong grudge. It doesn’t matter the topic. Archer could write about the grass growing and he’d have us begging for more.
My German friend devours the Jeffrey Archer books and I read his paperback way back when we lived in France together. Now, some 20+ years later, he again handed me the exact same paperback and I read it again. As I rationed the last few hundred pages because I didn’t want it to end, I was overjoyed to learn that this is the first book in a three-book series! I never knew!
- Kane and Abel
- The Prodigal Daughter
- Shall We Tell the President?
What was going to certainly be a huge let down when I finished the book is now just the beginning of a thick three-book series that should certainly last me a few more weeks (if I keep insisting on reading at every possible opportunity).
Ah. Now life can continue in joyful peace. Onto The Prodigal Daughter … which my friend also handed me.