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The Sins of the Father

Author: Jeffery Archer 
Pages: 383 
Genre: Fiction 
Source: Personal Copy
Last Word: Breezy Read 

The court is adjourned- Jeffery Archer's 'The Sins of the Father,' sequel to Only Time Will Tell' ends with yet another interesting cliff hanger. Yes, the wait for the next installment in the Clifton series has already begun. 

This book, of course, is a boatload of surprises. Here's a peek- a-boo: Emma bearing Harry's son, Sebastian, despite the duo sharing a 'shaky sibling status; Harry leading a prisoner's life despite not being Tom Bradshaw - the actual criminal; Maisie's marriage to Mr. Holcombe, despite her promiscuous past; Giles' military medals, despite his portrayal as lily-livered; Hugo Barrington's fortunate death, despite his dirty tricks to stay alive and thrive; the controversy surrounding the Barrington empire, despite Harry giving up his claim on it. Plus, the Giles escape from German POW camp and Henry fooling the Nazi commander into surrender. All this and the war background keeps up the tempo of the story.

 Some thoughtful lines :
1) Britain and America are "two nations divided by a common language."
 2) There are so many ways to skin a cat.

P.S. - It can't get better than this. Or it could have been? Archer walked into my book shelf quite recently. The two books that I recently read are not even a drop in the ocean. Perhaps it's too early to actually form an opinion on his latest works.


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