Two days ago, I stood before my bookshelves, perusing my collection, trying to find my next read. I must have stood there for ten minutes. I opened some books, read the first page, flipped through others, but couldn't decide. I know most of you (if not all of you) have had this problem. I was a rich socialite going through their closets before a night on the town; I had nothing to wear because I had too much I could wear. Well, thanks to the random number generator at Random.org, I was finally able to pick something off my TBR. Thank you, Goodreads, for allowing us to number our books.
About the book itself: My first Edward S. Aaron book was entertaining, and that's all a book should be: an escape, a distraction, a bit of fuckery. Sure, it was dated and goofier than Disney porn in places, but it was enjoyable to the point that I didn't want to put it down. It is, at the end of the day, a product of its times, and you're likely not going to read it no matter how much I tell you I liked it, because the book is hard to find and not available on the digital market. (Funny side note: I bought a pulp paperback of this one at the Christian thrift shop in town for fifty cents; the book, when it was released, sold for the same price. Talk about retaining value *snicker*)
The plot was far more engaging than I thought it would be. Construction-type peoples uncover a bunker filled with pillaged artwork and viral weaponry from World War Dos. This bunker had been hidden underwater after the Nazis realized they were losing the war and destroyed the dam, flooding the area. Then along comes one person in search of the artwork, and a pair of bros looking to make millions by threatening the world with a virus codenamed Cassandra. CIA Agent Sam Durell is on the case, and if he doesn't kill you, he might very well fuck you into submission. Fun times.
I did find at least one typographical error per chapter. Some of them were so bad, I had to stop reading to figure out what the sentence meant. Also, the formatting (I guess it would be typesetting in this book's day and age) was wonky. Some paragraphs had no indenting, and one page had the sentences out of order. At times, I thought I was reading a poorly edited indie book. I think that, more than anything is why I gave it three stars instead of four.
In summation: I'm a big fan of James Bond movies, although I have yet to read any of the original Ian Fleming novels. I own Moonraker, but have yet to read it. Sam Durell seems to be an American version of Bond without all the cool gadgets. If that sounds like your thing and you can dig up a copy of Assignment Lowlands, read it.
Final Judgment: Past its expiration date but still edible.