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Dr. Thea Sperelakis has always been an outsider. She has a brilliant medical mind and a remarkable ability to recall details, but her difficulty in dealing with hidden agendas and interpersonal conflicts has led her to leave the complex, money-driven dynamics of a hospital and to embrace working with the poor. Her father, Petros, is one of the most celebrated internal medicine specialists in the world and the founder of the cutting-edge Sperelakis Center for Diagnostic Medicine ...

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Dr. Thea Sperelakis has always been an outsider. She has a brilliant medical mind and a remarkable ability to recall details, but her difficulty in dealing with hidden agendas and interpersonal conflicts has led her to leave the complex, money-driven dynamics of a hospital and to embrace working with the poor. Her father, Petros, is one of the most celebrated internal medicine specialists in the world and the founder of the cutting-edge Sperelakis Center for Diagnostic Medicine at Boston’s sprawling, powerful Beaumont Clinic.
When Petros is severely injured by a hit-and-run driver, no one thinks he will survive. Two of Petros’s other children, both physicians, battle Thea and their eccentric brother, Dimitri, by demanding that treatment for their father be withheld. Meanwhile, Petros lingers in the Beaumont Clinic’s intensive care unit, where Thea is his only advocate.
As Thea uncovers the facts surrounding the disaster, it seems more and more to be no accident. Petros himself is the only witness. Who would want him dead? The answers are trapped in his brain...until he looks at Thea and begins to slowly blink a terrifying message.

In The Second Opinion, Michael Palmer has created a cat-and-mouse game where one woman must confront a conspiracy of doctors to uncover an evil practice that touches every single person who ever has a medical test. With unforgettable characters and twists and betrayals that come from the most unlikely places, The Second Opinion will keep you guessing...and looking over your shoulder.

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Publishers Weekly

In this routine medical thriller from bestseller Palmer (The First Patient), Dr. Thea Sperelakis, an idealist who's been working for Doctors Without Borders in the Congo, rushes back to Boston after learning her physician father, Petros, an intimidating figure known as the Lion, is close to death, the victim of a hit-and-run. Thea faces one challenge after another, including having to resuscitate Petros when his heart stops beating. Her brilliant if socially challenged older brother, Dimitri, adds to her anxiety with his computer reconstruction of the accident, which indicates the driver struck Petros deliberately. When Thea manages to communicate haltingly with her father, she suspects he's stumbled on some medical fraud that's made him the target of those behind the fraud. Aided by the requisite hunky ex-cop turned hospital security guard, Thea doggedly seeks out the truth. Robin Cook fans have seen all this before and in more engaging form. (Feb.)

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Thea Sperelakis has returned home to Boston from her latest assignment in the Congo for Doctors Without Borders. Her father, Petros, also a physician and medical director of the Sperelakis Institute, lies comatose as a result of a car accident. Although Petros apparently has locked-in syndrome and can communicate with her only by blinking an eye, Thea soon suspects that the crash was no accident. Her twin siblings, Niko and Selene, who are also doctors, never see such communications from their father and believe that he should just be allowed to die peacefully. However, older brother Dimitri, a reclusive computer programmer, is also convinced someone tried to kill their father. With help from ex-policeman and hospital security guard Dan Cotton and wealthy patient Hayley Long, Thea must overcome the limitations of her Asperger's syndrome to uncover the conspiracy behind the attempt on her father's life. Physician Palmer's 14th medical thriller (after The First Patient) puts the attractive and capable Thea in various kinds of peril before the surprising resolution. Buy anywhere Robin Cook and other medical thriller authors are popular. [See Prepub Alert, LJ10/15/08.].
—A.J. Wright

From the Publisher
“A heart-pounding medical thriller…satisfying, expertly paced [with] enough suspense to keep readers happily turning the pages.”—Boston Globe

“The novel is not merely a thriller but also an exploration of its central character’s unique gifts and her determination to communicate with her comatose father despite overwhelming odds. Another winner from a consistently fine writer.”—Booklist

“A splendid novel.”— Globe and Mail (Canada)

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Meet the Author

Michael Palmer

Michael Palmer, M.D., is the author of twelve previous novels of medical suspense, all international bestsellers. In addition to his writing, Palmer is an associate director of the Massachusetts Medical Society Physician Health Services, devoted to helping physicians troubled by mental illness, physical illness, behavioral issues, and chemical dependency, including alcoholism. In what spare time he has, Palmer is a weight lifter and avid tournament bridge player. He lives in Massachusetts, where he is best known for his two phantasmagoric cats and three incomparably witty sons. Visit and write him at

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Multiple contusions and abrasions . . . Fractured pelvis . . . Nondisplaced fracture, proximal hu..ondary to posterior displaced fractures of right seventh, eighth, and ninth ribs . . .

With the grim litany ticking through her thoughts, Thea Sperelakis approached Cubicle 4 in the medical ICU of the Beaumont Clinic.

Transverse linear skull fracture . . . Extensive mid–brain stem hemorrhage . . . Level I coma . . .

Thea hesitated, envisioning what her father would .cialist herself, her projection would not be far from on .mated that the vehicle that struck their father at five thirty in the early morning eight days ago, then drove away, had to have been traveling seventy, at least. It was a miracle he had survived the impact, which threw him more than twenty-five feet. But then, for as long as Thea could remember, Petros Sperelakis was, to his .ten to the point of majesty.

The Lion.

The absence of skid marks suggested that the driver never saw his victim. Make that his or her victim, Thea edited, intent on enforcing that sort of accuracy, even in .nesses.

Alcohol, she guessed. According to an article by Eileen Posnick in a seven-year-old issue of the Ameri.can Journal of Drug and Alcohol Abuse, alcohol was .dents where the drivers were eventually apprehended.

.cluded his twin, Selene, plus a trio of Beaumont Clinic dignitaries, and took Thea’s arm. He was swarthy and broad-shouldered, with their father’s strong nose and piercing dark eyes, but with features that were somewhat softer. At forty, he was already an associate professor of cardiac surgery at Harvard—a wunderkind, with several .gant, and totally self-assured, was no less accomplished as a hand surgeon.

“You okay, Thea?” Niko asked softly.

As she had been taught to do, Thea searched her feelings before responding. Her father, bigger than life itself, was in a deep coma from which there was a

0.01 percent chance he would recover even minimal function—at least according to the retrospective study .kinson et al. in the American Archives of Neurology, .ing the ribs and other fractures.

Poor Dad.

“I’m okay,” she replied.

“Want to go in alone?”

Why would I want to do that? .ing her head. Would their father be any less comatose if she saw him by herself?

She shrugged that it made no difference, but sensed she could have come up with a more acceptable response.

“Suit yourself,” Niko said in a tone that was quite familiar to her.

Thea knew her brother cared about her—Selene, too. She also knew that the twins had always thought she was odd, though certainly not as odd as their oldest sibling, Dimitri. But their attitude, as emphasized over and over by Thea’s longtime therapist and mentor, Dr. Paige Carpenter, was their problem.

One in ten thousand . . . Poor Dad.

Thea ran her fingers through her short chestnut hair, .way.

As anticipated, there were no surprises. Legendary Petros Sperelakis, medical director of the Sperelakis Institute for Diagnostic Medicine, lay motionless—the central figure in a tableau of medical machines. Across the room, his private duty nurse (Haitian, Thea guessed) rose and introduced herself as Vernice.

“I have heard a great deal about you, Dr. Thea,” she said. “I hope your flight was an easy one.”

“I just read,” Thea said, taking the husky woman’s smooth, ample hand.

I just read.

.statements. During the twenty-hour series of flights and layovers from the Democratic Republic of the Congo to Boston, she had read Don Quixote, the second edition of Deadman’s A Manual of Acupuncture .ond time), and Darwin’s Voyage of the Beagle—more than sixteen hundred pages in all. She would have made the trip home sooner, but she was on a mission moving from refugee camp to camp in the bush with a team of nutritionists, and simply couldn’t be reached.

“There’s been no change,” Vernice said.

“I’d be most surprised if there were. He has taken a severe beating—especially to his head.”

.ing the monitors and intravenous infusions. Petros lay quite peacefully, connected via a tracheotomy tube to a state-of-the-art ventilator. The various Medecins Sans Frontières (Doctors Without Borders) hospitals to which Thea had been assigned over the past five years had been reasonably well equipped, but nothing like this place.

.stitution, was a sprawling campus, the size of a small university, consisting of what had once been Boston Metropolitan Hospital, now augmented by two dozen more buildings, varying widely in architectural style. The buildings were linked by tree-lined sidewalks above, in places to stairways that went down for two or three damp stories, and dating back to Metro’s earliest days in the mid-nineteenth century.

Oxygen saturation . . . arterial blood pressure . . . cerebrospinal fluid pressure . . . central venous pressure . . . urine output . . . chest tube .diac rhythm and ECG pattern . . .

Thea took in the complex data and processed them .thing was nice and steady. At the moment, the fierce battle for the life of Petros Sperelakis was being fought at a cellular and even subcellular level. And his youn.sion to avoid academic medicine and “give her services away,” .scopic conflict clearly in her mind’s eye.

At best it would probably be weeks before the man regained any consciousness. Along the way, his system would have to negotiate a minefield of infections, blood clots, kidney stones, embolisms, cerebral swelling, chemical imbalance, intestinal obstructions, and cardiac events. But in this setting, with this equipment, he would at least have a fighting chance. Still, from what Thea knew of her father, if it were his choice, it was doubtful he would try very hard to steer clear of the mines.

She took the man’s hand and held it for a time. It had been only eight days since the accident, but his muscle mass was already beginning to waste away. In addition to the trach, he had a gastric feeding tube in place, two IVs, a urinary catheter, which was draining briskly into a collection bag, and a BOLT pressure manometer that passed through his skull and into the spinal fluid– containing ventricle of his brain. His eyelids were paper-taped down to protect his corneas from drying out, and splints on his wrists and ankles were strapped in place to prevent joint contractures, against the remote possibility of a return of function.

Petros Sperelakis—an icon brought down by a driver who was either in an alcoholic blackout or was aware enough to try and get away before anyone showed up. Never had Thea’s father looked even remotely vulnerable to her. Now, he looked frail and pathetically infantile.

Thea sensed that she was expected to stay at the bedside a bit longer, and she planned to be there as much as possible in the days to come. But she had slept little if any on the planes, and the exhaustion of the flights was beginning to take hold. Fifteen minutes, she decided. Fifteen more minutes would be enough to stay at the bedside whether the others thought so or not.

Niko had invited her to stay at his house, but three kids under ten, much as she loved them, provided more commotion than she could handle.

Selene and her partner, a banker or businesswoman of some kind, lived in a designer high-rise condo by the harbor.

The obvious choice was the spacious Wellesley home in which she and the others had grown up, and where Petros still lived with the ghost of their mother and with Dimitri who, many years before, had moved into the carriage house along with his computers, his monitors, his shortwave radio, his telescope, his machinery, his library of manga, graphic novels, and Dungeons and Dragons manuals, and his vast collection of Coca-Cola and Star Wars memorabilia.

It would be good to see her brother again for many reasons, not the least of which was that of all those in her family, he was the one she related to the most— something of a mirror of what she might have been like had she not had the benefit of early diagnosis, intervention, and extensive behavior modification therapy.

From her early childhood, Thea had memories of the family talking about Dimitri’s aloofness and strange behaviors—his lack of friends, offbeat humor, and often-inappropriate statements. Physical age, twelve years ahead of her. Emotional age, inconsistent and unpredictable.

“Dimitri, this is Robert, your new piano teacher.”

“Oh, hello. When’s the last time you went to the dentist?”

She would never know the bulk of what the family said to one another about her, but she also knew that the choices she had made, with Dr. Carpenter’s help, were the right ones for her, and ultimately, for her patients. Keeping her life as uncomplicated as possible, she had learned, was not only a pathway to happiness, it was her roadmap to survival. If there was any single word that did not apply to Petros Sperelakis, it was uncomplicated.

Born and raised in Athens until his late teens, Petros was strictly Old Country in his attitudes and philosophy—a brilliant physician as dedicated to his calling and his patients as he was hard on his family. Verbal chastisement and high expectations were his weapons, as well as his only means of expressing love. His wife, Eleni, had rebelled against him in one way and one way only, by continuing to smoke cigarettes despite his vehement edicts that she stop. The lung cancer that took her did nothing to soften Petros, and virtually every mention of her by him was followed by the impotent plea: “If she had only listened to me . . . If only she had listened.”

Thea reached between the tubes and brushed some damp, gray hair from her father’s brow. The sadness she was feeling at seeing him in such a state was, she knew, as much learned as it was deep-seated and visceral. But she also knew that it was still as real an emotion as those of her two “neurotypical” siblings.

From the beginning, Petros could never understand her shyness, or the severe reactions she had to certain noises—especially vacuum cleaners and hair dryers— as well as to certain foods, and different textures of clothing. When she was twelve, pressured by Eleni that she was seeming more and more like Dimitri in her lack of friends and her pathological obsessions, especially with books of all kinds, Petros consented to allow his wife to bring her to Dr. Carpenter. It was Carpenter who subsequently suggested that Thea was exhibiting many of the symptoms associated with the condition called Asperger syndrome.

The decision to allow his younger daughter to undergo neuropsychiatric testing and therapy did not come easily to Petros. In the lexicon of his life, there was no such word as can’t and no such concept as psychotherapy. If he had any weakness at all as a diagnostician, it was in the area of psychosomatic illness and the mind-body connection.

“I think he’s comfortable,” Vernice ventured from across the bed.

“I’m sure he is,” Thea replied, managing with some difficulty to swallow her belief that if Petros was feeling anything, then he was certainly not comfortable, and if he was feeling nothing at all, then trying to equate that void with comfort was a stretch.

“Your brother Dimitri said that if your father was in as deep a coma as he appears to be, it was a futile exercise to wonder if he was comfortable or not.”

“Sometimes, Dimitri says things just for the shock effect,” Thea replied, smiling inwardly at the number of times and situations in which her eccentric sibling had done just that. Vernice had gotten off relatively easily.

“Well,” the nurse said, “at least we have the comfort of knowing that Dr. S. is being taken care of in the greatest hospital in the world.”

“Yes,” Thea said, wondering where Vernice, and Newsweek, and the countless others who believed as she did about the Beaumont, could have gotten such quantification about something so unquantifiable.

At virtually the same instant, in the Susan and Clyde Terry Cancer Center, on the far side of the broad campus of the so-called greatest hospital in the world, the treatment nurse was doing her job, injecting a cutting-edge experimental drug into the central IV port of a burly man named Jeffrey Fagone.

Fagone, a trucking magnate from western Pennsylvania, had his rapid accumulation of wealth interrupted by an unusual variant of the blood cancer known as Waldenstrom’s macroglobulinemia. His presenting symptom had been lower-back pain. The referral by his primary care doctor had been to the expert in the disease at the Beaumont, where Fagone went yearly for his five-day spa pampering and executive medical checkup. Now, he was part of a cutting-edge treatment protocol—the sort of protocol that the doctors at the Beaumont were renowned for establishing.

Fagone flew up to the Terry Center weekly on his Gulfstream G500 corporate jet. Now he was about to receive the third in a series of ten treatments. The first two had been absolutely uneventful.

This injection, however, would be different.

The vial from which the medication was drawn had been skillfully switched during its journey from the research pharmacy to the cancer center. The new vial, with the same ID number as the old one, now contained enough concentrated bee venom to turn Fagone’s bee sting allergy, duly noted in his medical record, into an anaphylactic reaction—a fearsome medical emergency, equivalent to the Fourth of July fireworks on the Charles River Esplanade.

The eruption did not take long to begin. The first few molecules of the venom instantly began mobilizing mast cells from all over Fagone’s body. The cells released huge amounts of histamine and other sensitivity chemicals. More venom, more mast cells, more histamine. In less than a minute, Fagone’s tongue, cardinal red, had swollen to the size of a golf ball, and his lips to violet sausages. The muscles in the walls of his bronchial tubes went into vicious spasm. Seconds after that, his larynx, also in spasm, closed off altogether. His entire body became scarlet, and his fingers became nothing more than nubs protruding from softball-sized hands.

The team in the Terry unit acted quickly, bringing out a stretcher and hoisting the two-hundred-and-seventypound former teamster onto it, then wheeling him to an area that could be screened off from other patients.

But they were paddling against a medical tsunami.

The IV port was available, but the oncologist covering the unit, a young woman less than half Fagone’s size, was not skilled in dealing with emergencies of this magnitude. By the time she got the right medications into the man, Fagone’s blood pressure had been zero for nearly three minutes. By the time she gave up trying to force an endotracheal breathing tube past the massively swollen, distorted vocal cords, and began clumsily performing her first emergency tracheotomy while waiting for the ENT surgeon to answer his page, there had been no effective respirations for four minutes. She had just sliced a scalpel across her patient’s massive throat when his heart stopped. The blood flowing from the gaping laceration was gentian.

When the oncologist, frustrated and utterly demoralized, called off the resuscitation at the ten-minute mark, a useful airway had still not been established.

Jeffrey Fagone, who years before had survived two assassination attempts during his rise to wealth and power in the Teamsters Union, had no chance of surviving this one.

Unlike the other attempts, however, there was no suspicion of anything sinister at work here. Fagone had been done in by a lethal allergic reaction to Waldenstrom’s macroglobulinemia experimental drug #BW1745. No one present that day thought otherwise. There would be no analysis of the contents of the vial, and the perfunctory autopsy performed the next morning would disclose nothing out of the ordinary.

The treatment protocol for #BW1745 would be suspended indefinitely, but within just a few months, the principal investigator, supported by a hefty grant from one of the pharmaceutical giants, would roll out another experimental drug to meet the demand of referrals from all over the world.

The Susan and Clyde Terry Cancer Center closed for cleanup and staff support for an hour after the tragic event, but there were patients to treat, many of whom had come from even greater distances than Jeffrey Fagone.

Soon, like the surface of a pond disturbed by a jumping fish, the ripples had subsided, and the world’s greatest hospital had gone back to being the world’s greatest hospital.

Excerpted from the Second Opinion by Michael Palmer.

Copyright © 2009 by Michael Palmer.

Published in January 2010 by St. Martin's Press.

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  • Posted May 5, 2010

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    Palmer's---"The Second Opinion"

    In prior Palmer medical themed stories, the characters in key roles were normal, but this story differed in that he created a heroine out of an afflicted characteer and played the story to the affliction. It kept you guessing, deep thinking, and on the brink as the plot developed around the central character. The key figures were believable and credible in their roles. For his genre, Palmer is a master of the story. As with all Michael Palmer books, I would highly recommend this one to the serious mystery fan.

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  • Posted December 14, 2008

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    a well written solid medical thriller

    When American Dr. Thea Sperelakis learns her imposing father, renowned Boston physician Petros is dying, a hit and run victim, she rushes home from the Congo where she works for Doctors Without Borders. At home Thea is stunned to find the mighty ¿Lion¿, as her dad is known, look so feeble and helpless.<BR/><BR/>Her brother Dimitri creates a computer simulation of the accident that appears to support the unthinkable premise that the driver tried to purposely murder Petros. Thea struggles to learn why as no motive comes to mind until she obtains some information from her dad. Although still containing monster gaps in what she knows, Thea believes her father is a victim of a professional hit that she thinks is tied to medical fraud Petros must have uncovered at the hospital where he was working.<BR/><BR/>THE SECOND OPINION is a well written solid medical thriller though the story line cooks up nothing new even for Michale Palmer fans. The story line is fast-paced from the moment Thea returns to Massachusetts as she obstinatley seeks the truth although she knows first hand how dangerous that is.<BR/><BR/>Harriet Klausner

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  • Posted May 8, 2010

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    I had never read a Michael Palmer book before and enjoyed this so much that I actually set it aside from the rest of my books, already read. In the back of his book under Author's Note, he actually has a section that gives you brief answers about Aspergers, I read them, and almost fell out of my seat. I wear sunglasses to hockey game and baseball games, when others ask me "why?" I have always told them that bright lights distract me and give me migraines. When at restaurants, I hear conversations from 10 tables away and even hear the cooks talking. I smell odors that no one else notices. I immediately went to my doctor after finishing the book and he disagnosed me with Asperger's Syndrome. Aside from that, the book is truly worth reading, well-written, easy to understand and you may be surprised. It might sound a lot like you!

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  • Posted May 22, 2009

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    Asperger's syndrome bought into the limelight....

    Michael Palmer has yet again written a wonderful plot that keeps its readers engrossed till the very last page of the novel. Absolute vividness of description is involved here in suggesting the people's behavior having Asperger's syndrome & the author has very well kept the reader's attention to the top level till the end.

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  • Posted April 27, 2009

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    Exiciting read, keeps you interested right to the end.

    Michael Palmer is a premier writer and his medical novels always have both a strong plot and consistent twists and turns. Seldom is there not one or more medical diagnoses or crises that give me reason to read further in the subject.

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  • Posted March 20, 2009

    Get Ready for a Great Read!

    Michael Palmer has always been a good writer and I have enjoyed each one of his efforts but in the time since First Patient, he has matured and aged as a fine wine. Perhaps it is his interest in Asbergers Syndrome or another change in his life but I get a feel from his work that I never got before.

    The protagonist is a female and I often find that writers have a difficult time creating good opposite sex character development but his Thea is very layered and real. Readers will not only feel the complexity of her disability but know her uncertainties as a woman.

    It is often easy to identify the antagonist early in a writing but Second Opinion leaves the reader guessing not only about who that is but who might be the ultimate target. I was disappointed when my eyes cried out for sleep and I still had half the novel to read.

    Bringing a syndrome to light like Asbergers is a tremendous service and will offer the readers an opportunity to understand these unique individuals in a compassionate and respective view. The space of medical thrillers, when used for greater public understanding, is a wonderfully responsible action for the writer.

    Congratulations on a really superior piece of work!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 13, 2013

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    This was an excellent medical mystery by Michael Palmer! I espec

    This was an excellent medical mystery by Michael Palmer! I especially loved the main character, Dr. Thea Sperelakis, and her inner dialogue about the actual and potential influences of Asperger's on her behavior. The plot started slowly, but once I was into it I really enjoyed the book. I know this isn't his custom, but I'd love to see Thea again in another of Dr. Palmer's novels.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 5, 2012

    Great book

    The mix of autism & medical mystery kept me turning pages. Would recommend.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 20, 2011

    Always good stories

    Kept my interest start to finish

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 24, 2011

    An OK Read!

    This book was OK - it wasn't fast paced, edge of your seat - but was OK. A good one time read. --K--

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 15, 2010

    Excellent book

    Good read especially in the times of electronic health records.

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  • Posted May 10, 2010

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    A Thriller!

    If you love Michael Palmer and medical mysteries, this one won't disappoint!

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  • Posted April 24, 2010

    Medical thriller

    Michael Palmer returns with another interesting medical thriller that deserves a good place in this genre. It is fun to read like his other books. It is a good book for the frequent traveller that spend time at airports. It can take the mind of the long waits.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 22, 2009

    Very exciting book!

    Michael Palmer has yet again written an awesome book that keeps its readers captivated until the very last page. This book was well worth the wait.

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  • Posted May 9, 2009

    Couldn't put it down!

    I have been waiting for another book by this author. This one was worth the wait!

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  • Posted April 27, 2009

    Another Michael Palmer thriller!

    For ome, Michael Palmer always delivers a good read. My favorites have been his medical thrillers.

    Looking forward to his next book!

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  • Posted April 13, 2009


    I have read all of Palmer's books and have really loved them. This one did not keep my attention. I read half the book and felt it was wasting my time. I did not like the characters and it moved very slowly. I feel bad because I can hardly wait till his books come out.

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  • Posted March 16, 2009

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    The Second Opinion

    Michael Palmer at his very best. He is always an engaging read, but this book is so much more. The characters, the surprise ending, no one can do it better. This is a must read.

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  • Posted March 12, 2009

    Michael Palmer Perfect!

    Michael Palmer NEVER disappoints me & once again that is true. This book is a page turner from page one. Being an RN & having a cousin with Asperger's -I could relate to so much of this story.But the medical aspect is not all-it's the suspense & "who done it"! The fact that for the most part it takes place in a hospital-that we should trust-makes you very uncomfortable.The rivalry between siblings & Father--the lives of the wealthy & what people will do to have a drug approved for the "money" not the benefit of patients-all makes for a very unsettling feeling. READ & ENJOY-you will not be disappointed-trust me!!!Thank you again Michael!

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  • Posted March 8, 2009

    Palmer delievers another medical thriller.

    Why would anyone want to kill Dr Palmer opens Petros Sperelakis is lying in a bed, in his own hospital, in a deep coma. He's been the victim of a hit and run. After all, he is a world-renowned diagnostician and the man who created the stellar Sperelakis Center for Diagnostic Medicine at Boston's Beaumont Clinic. Dr. Sperelakis is the father of four grown children: Dmitri, the oldest, twins Selene and Marcos, and his youngest, Thea. All, except Dmitri are well-known doctors and despite family dysfunctions they understand that they may soon have to decide what to do about their father's future. Readers are told right at the beginning of the story: Dmitri and Thea each have a form of Asperger's Syndrome . a mysterious form of autism, that with help can often be "controlled." Unfortunately for Dmitri his father refused to get him any help or to have him diagnosed. Thea is the other sibling with the syndrome. But she benefited from her mother's insistance she get the proper treatment. With the help of her therapist & she became a physician too. But she chose to join Doctors Without Borders and take her brilliance to the Congo, far away from the pressures of daily stresses in the formal medical community.

    Fans of Palmer's many medical thrillers will be ready for the number of sub-plots and the winding labyrinth they lead readers through. THE SECOND OPINION certainly has its share. But at the forefront is Thea and her uncanny ability to see things in black and white. No gray exists in her view of life or the world. Her years of therapy have helped her to learn how to focus her thoughts and her photographic memory allows her to key into everything she has ever learned or read.
    But it is the "other one," .who has recreated the attack on their father and to his eye the hit and run was no accident. It couldn't be. When he shows Thea his 3-dimensional computer representation she too sees that her father was a target. The suspense is high and the tension gripping. REVIEWER BARBARA LIPKIEN GERSHENBAUM

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