The Book of Spies

The Book of Spies

by Gayle Lynds


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For centuries, emperors, historians, and even the Vatican have tried to locate Ivan the Terrible's magnificent Library of Gold — a long-missing archive containing gold-covered, bejeweled books dating all the way back to the ancient Greeks. Now one of the volumes, The Book of Spies, has surfaced, and along with it the highly secret book club that owns the Library of Gold. They form a cabal of the globe's most powerful men – men who will do anything to achieve their aims and protect their interests. When the CIA discovers a connection between the legendary library and a bank account linked to terrorists, they turn to rare books curator Eva Blake for help. Soon an attempt is made on Eva's life. Determined not only to survive but to uncover the truth, Eva turns to the only person she can trust—Judd Ryder, a former intelligence agent with his own agenda and a troubled past. Together, Judd and Eva embark on an international adventure from London to Rome, Istanbul, and Athens. Somehow they must do what no one else has been able to do – find the library and stay alive.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781250122377
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Publication date: 06/01/2016
Series: Judd Ryder Books Series , #1
Pages: 544
Sales rank: 384,209
Product dimensions: 5.00(w) x 8.00(h) x 1.21(d)

About the Author

Gayle Lynds is the bestselling, award-winning author of several international espionage thrillers, including Masquerade, The Coil, and The Last Spymaster. A member of the Association for Intelligence Officers, she is cofounder (with David Morrell) of ITW (International Thriller Writers).

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The Book of Spies

By Gayle Lynds

St. Martins Press

Copyright © 2010 Gayle H. Lynds
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4299-1301-0


A LIBRARY could be a dangerous place. The librarian scanned the ten men in tailored tuxedos who lounged around the long oval table in the center of the room. Encircling them were magnificent illuminated manuscripts, more than a thousand of them, blanketing the walls from floor to ceiling. Their spectacular gold-covered bindings faced out to showcase the fortune in gems decorating them.

The men were members of the book club that owned and operated the secret Library of Gold, where the annual dinner was always held. The finale was the tournament, in which each member tested the librarian with a research question. As the books towered around them and the air vibrated with golden light, the men sipped their cognac. Their eyes watched the librarian.

"Trajan," challenged the international lawyer from Los Angeles. "A.D. 53 to A.D. 117. Trajan was one of the most ambitious warrior-emperors of old Rome, but few people realize he also revered books. His supreme monument to his successes at war is called Trajan's Column. He ordered it erected in the court between two galleries of Rome's library — which he also built."

The room seemed to hold its breath, waiting. The librarian's fingers plucked at his tuxedo jacket. Nearly seventy years old, he was a tidy man with wrinkled features. His hair was thin, his glasses large, and his mouth set in a perpetual small smile.

The tension heightened as he mulled. "Of course," he said at last. "Cassius Dio Cocceianus wrote about it." He went to the shelves containing the eighty volumes of Cassius Dio's history, Romaika, compiled in the second and third centuries and transcribed by a Byzantine calligrapher in the sixth century. "The story is here, in volume seventy-seven. Most of Cassius Dio's work has been lost. Our library has the only complete set."

As pleased laughter swept the exclusive group, the librarian laid the large volume into the arms of the challenger, who stroked the embedded opals and sapphires on its cover. Gazing appreciatively at the golden book, he stood it up beside his brandy glass. Eight other illuminated manuscripts stood beside eight other brandy glasses. Each was a testament to the librarian's intimate knowledge of ancient and medieval literature and the priceless value of the library itself.

Now only the tenth member — the director himself — remained. He would pose the final question in the tournament.

The men helped themselves to more cognac. By design their yearly dinner was dazzling theater. Hours before the first martini was poured, ten wild ducks, freshly shot, had arrived by private jet from Johannesburg. The chefs were flown in from Paris, blindfolded of course. The seven-course meal was exquisite, including truffled sweetbreads with chestnuts. The alcohol was the best — tonight's cognac was a Louis XIII de Rémy Martin, worth more than a thousand dollars a bottle in today's market. All of the book club's liquors had been laid down by those who had gone before, creating a cellar of indisputable quality.

The director cleared his throat, and everyone turned to look at him. He was American and had flown in from Paris earlier in the day. The room's tenor changed, becoming somehow menacing.

The librarian pulled himself up, vigilant.

The director peered at him. "Salah al-Din, also known as Saladin. A.D. 1137 or 1138 to A.D. 1193. General Saladin, a Kurdish Muslim, was famous for his espionage network. One night his enemy Richard the Lionheart went to sleep in his tent in Assyria, guarded on all sides by his English knights. They poured a track of white ash around the tent so wide no one could cross it undetected. But when Richard awoke, a melon with a dagger buried deep inside had appeared beside his bed. The blade could just as easily have been stabbed into Richard's heart. It was Saladin's warning, left by one of his spies. The spy escaped without leaving a clue and was never caught."

Again the eyes watched the librarian. With every word, he had tensed. The door behind him opened quietly. He glanced over his shoulder as Douglas Preston stepped into the room. Preston was head of library security, a tall, muscular man who was an expert in weapons and took his work seriously. He was not wearing a tuxedo, instead had on his usual black leather jacket and jeans. Strangely, he carried a bath towel.

With effort, the librarian kept his voice steady as he headed across the room to another bookshelf. "The story can be found in Baha al-Din's Sirat Salah al-Din: The Life of Saladin —"

"Of course, you're correct," the director interrupted. "But I want another manuscript. Bring me The Book of Spies."

The librarian stopped, his hands reaching for the volume. He turned. The men's faces were outraged, unforgiving.

"How did you find out?" he whispered.

No one answered. The room was so silent he could hear the tread of crepe-soled shoes. Before he could turn again, Preston's towel slapped around his skull, covering his eyes and mouth. There was a huge explosion of gunfire, and pain erupted in his head. As he fell, he realized the security chief had given him fair warning by using a technique of the later Assassins — the towel was to cover the entrance and exit wounds to control spraying blood and bone. The book club knew that.


Los Angeles, California April, One year later

AS SHE walked into the Getty Center's conservation laboratory, with its sinks and fume hoods, Eva Blake smiled. On the sea of worktables lay centuries-old illuminated manuscripts, charts, and scrolls. Tattered and sprinkled with wormholes, all would be brought back to useful life. For her, conservation work was more than a profession — by restoring the old books she was restoring herself.

Eva's gaze swept the room. Three other conservators were already bent over their tables, lone islands of movement in the vast high-tech lab. She said a cheery hello and grabbed a smock. A slender woman of thirty years, she had an understated face — the cheekbones were good, the chin soft and round, the lips full — that resisted the sharp cut of classical beauty. Her red hair tumbled to her shoulders, and her eyes were cobalt blue. Today she wore an open-necked white blouse, white pencil skirt, and low-heeled white sandals. There was a sense of elegance about her, and a softness, a vulnerability, she had learned to hide.

She stopped at Peggy Doty's workbench. "Hi, Peggy. How's your new project?"

Peggy lifted her head, took a jeweler's loupe from her eye, and quickly put on large, thick glasses. "Hey, there. Seneca's worrying me. I think I can definitely save Aristotle, but then he's the one who said, 'Happiness is a sort of action,' so with that kind of Zen attitude he's bound to last longer."

Born and raised in England, Peggy was a gifted conservator and a longtime friend, such a good friend that she had stayed close even after Eva had been charged with vehicular manslaughter in her husband's death. As she thought about him, Eva's throat tightened. She automatically touched the gold chain around her neck.

Then she said, "I always liked Aristotle."

"Me, too. I'll see what I can do for Seneca. Poor guy. His toga's peeling like a banana." Peggy's brown hair was short and messy, her eyeglasses were already sliding down her nose, and EX LIBRIS inside a pink heart was tattooed on her forearm.

"He's in good hands." Eva started to leave.

"Don't go yet. I'd sure like your help — the provenance on this piece sucks." Peggy indicated the colorful medieval chart spread out on her worktable. "I'm waiting for the results of the date test, but I'd love to know at least the century."

"Sure. Let's see what we can figure out." Eva pulled up a chair.

The chart was about fourteen inches wide and twenty inches long. At the bottom stood two figures in rope sandals and luminous blue togas. On the left was Aristotle, representing natural philosophy, and on the right was Seneca, moral philosophy. To all appearances they were an unlikely pair — Aristotle was Greek, while Seneca was Roman and born nearly four hundred years later. Eva studied them a moment, then moved her gaze to medallions rising like clouds above their heads. Each medallion contained a pair of the men's opposing theories, a battle of ideas between two great classical thinkers. The chart's lettering was Cyrillic.

"The chart itself is written in Old Russian," Eva explained, "but it's not the revised alphabet of Peter the Great. So it was probably made before 1700." She laid her finger along the right margin of the parchment, where small, faded words were printed. "This isn't Russian, old or new — it's Greek. It translates as 'Created under the hand of Maximos after cataloguing the Royal Library.' "

Peggy moved closer, staring down. "I'm pretty sure Maximos is a Greek name. But which Royal Library? Russia or Greece? What city?"

"Our chart-maker, Maximos, was born Michael Trivolis in Greece and was later known as Maximos. When he moved to Russia, he was called Maxim. Does that give you enough information to know who he was?"

Peggy's small face lit up. "Saint Maxim the Greek. He spent a long time in Moscow translating books, writing, and teaching. I remember studying him in an Eastern history course."

"And that gives you the answer to your question — Maxim arrived in Russia in 1518 and never left. He died about forty years later. So your chart was made sometime in the first half of the sixteenth century in Russia."

"Cool. Thanks."

Eva smiled. "How's everything with Zack?" Zack Turner was the head of security at the British Museum in London.

"Distant, as in he's still there, and I'm still here. Woe is me — and he."

"How about going back to the British Library?"

"I've been thinking about it. How are you doing?" There was concern in Peggy's gaze.

"Fine." It was mostly true now that the Getty had offered Eva the conservation job to tide her over until her trial. She was out of sight in the lab — the press coverage of the car crash had been exhaustive. But then Charles had been the renowned director of the elite Elaine Moreau Library, while she had been a top curator here at the celebrated Getty. Charming, handsome, and in love, they were a star-studded couple in L.A.'s art and monied beau monde. His dramatic death — and her arrest and denials — had made for a particularly juicy scandal.

Being home all day every day after the accident had been hard. She watched for Charles in the shadows, listened for his voice calling from the garden, slept with his pillow tight against her cheek. The emptiness had closed around her like a cold fist, holding her tight in a kind of painful suspension.

"I'm so sorry, Eva," Peggy was saying. "Charles was a great scholar."

She nodded. Again her fingers went to the chain around her neck. At the end of it hung an ancient Roman coin with the profile of the goddess Diana — her first gift from Charles. She had not taken off the necklace since he died.

"Dinner tonight?" Peggy said brightly. "My treat for letting me tap into that big brain of yours."

"Love to. I've got karate class, so I'll meet you afterward."

They decided on a restaurant, and Eva went to her workstation. She sat and pulled the arm of her stereo-binocular microscope toward her. She liked the familiarity of the motion and the comfort of her desk with its slide kits, gooseneck lamp, and ultraviolet light stand. Her project was an adventure manuscript about the knights of King Arthur completed in 1422 in London.

She stared through the microscope's eyepiece and used a scalpel to lift a flaking piece of green pigment from the gown of a princess. The quiet of the work and the meticulous focus it required soothed her. She carefully applied adhesive beneath the paint flake.

"Hello, Eva."

So deep was her concentration, the voice sent a dull shock through her. She looked up. It was her attorney, Brian Collum.

Of medium height, he was in his late forties, with eyebrows and hair the gray color of a magnet and the strong-jawed face of a man who knew what he wanted from life. Impeccably turned out in a charcoal suit with thin pinstripes, he was the name partner in the international law firm of Collum & Associates. Because of their friendship, he was representing her in the trial for Charles's death.

"How nice to see you, Brian."

He lowered his voice. "We need to talk." Usually his long face radiated optimism. But not now. His expression was grim.

"Not good news?" She glanced at her colleagues, noting they were studiously attending to their projects.

"It's good — or bad, depending on what you think."

Eva led him outdoors to a courtyard of lawns and flowers. A water fountain flowed serenely over perfectly arranged boulders. This was all part of the Getty Center, a complex of striking architecture sheathed in glass and Italian travertine stone crowning a hill in the Santa Monica Mountains.

Silently they passed museum visitors and sat together on a bench where no one could overhear.

"What's happened?" she asked.

He was blunt. "I have an offer from the D.A.'s office. If you plead guilty, they'll give you a reduced sentence. Four years. But with good behavior you'll be out in three. They're willing to make a deal because you have a clean driving record and you're a respected member of the community."

"Absolutely not." She forced herself to stay calm. "I wasn't driving."

"Then who was?"

The question hung like a scythe in the sparkling California air.

"You really don't recall Charles getting behind the wheel?" she asked. "You were standing in your doorway when we drove away. I saw you. You had to have seen us." They had been at a dinner party at Brian's house that night, the last guests to leave.

"We've been over this before. I went inside as soon as I said good night — before either of you got close to your car. Alcohol plays tricks with the mind."

"Which is why I'd never drive. Never." Working to keep the horror from her voice, she related the story again: "It was after one A.M., and Charles was driving us home. We were laughing. There wasn't any traffic on Mulholland, so Charles wove the car back and forth. That threw us against our seat belts and just made us laugh harder. He drove with one hand, then with the other ..." She frowned to herself. There was something else, but it escaped her. "Suddenly a car shot out from a driveway ahead of us. Charles slammed the brakes. Our car spun out of control. I must've lost consciousness. The next thing I knew, I was strapped down to a gurney." She swallowed. "And Charles was dead."

She smoothed the fabric of her skirt and stared off as grief raged through her.

Brian's silence was so long that the distant roar of traffic on the San Diego Freeway seemed to grow louder.

At last he said kindly, "I'm sure that's what you remember, but we have no evidence to support it. And I've spent enough of your money hiring investigators to look for witnesses that I have to believe we're not going to find any." His voice toughened. "How's a jury going to react when they learn you were found lying unconscious just ten feet from the driver's door — and it was hanging open, showing you were behind the wheel? And Charles was in the front passenger seat, with the seat belt melted into what was left of him. There's no way he was driving. And you had a 1.6 blood alcohol level — twice the legal limit."

"But I wasn't driving —" She stopped. With effort, she controlled herself. "You think I should take the D.A.'s deal, don't you?"

"I think the jury is going to believe you were so drunk you blacked out and don't remember what you did. They'll go for the maximum sentence. If I had a scintilla of hope I could convince them otherwise, I'd recommend against the offer."

Shaken, Eva stood and walked around the tranquil pool of water encircling the fountain. Her chest was tight. She stared into the water and tried to make herself breathe. First she had lost Charles and all their dreams and hopes for the future. He had been brilliant, fun, endlessly fascinating. She closed her eyes and could almost feel him stroking her cheek, comforting her. Her heart ached with longing for him.

And now she faced prison. The thought terrified her, but for the first time she admitted it was possible — she had never in her life blacked out, but she might have this time. If she had blacked out, she might have climbed behind the wheel. And if she did — that meant she really had killed Charles. She bent her head and clasped the gold wedding band on her finger. Tears slid down her cheeks.

Behind her, Brian touched her shoulder. "You remember Trajan, the great ruler who expanded the Roman empire?"

She quickly wiped her face with her fingers and turned around to him. "Of course. What about him?"

"Trajan was ruthless and cunning and won every great battle he led his troops into. He had a rule: If you can't win, don't fight. If you don't fight, it's no defeat. You will survive. Take the deal, Eva. Survive."


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Reading Group Guide

1. Eva Blake goes to prison for something she neither remembers nor believes she did. Even so, on her lawyer's advice she pleads guilty to get the best possible deal. If you were facing the same situation, what would you do?

2. What aspect of the book did you find most appealing? The characters? The exotic locales? The Library of Gold? The inside view of espionage? The clandestine history? The references to books and reading?

3. All of the details in The Book of Spies regarding modern espionage - particularly the CIA, its operations and methods - are meticulously researched. Which of the "spies" in the book did you find most convincing? Intriguing? Sympathetic? Do you think you could, or ever would, be a spy?

4. There is a scene in Italy that takes place in a hidden underground passage to the Cloaca Maxima - an ancient Roman sewer. What do you think it would be like to discover an ancient site in your basement? Where would you most like that basement to be?

5. The book club in this novel is a secret cabal of very rich, very powerful men with enormous hidden impact around the world. Do you believe that such groups exist or could exist? Could such a group remain hidden from the media and major governments?

6. The book opens with a quote - "In the abstruse world of espionage, it's not always easy to know when you are in on a secret." How did you think this quote related to the novel? What do you think it means and do you agree? Has that ever happened to you?

7. In The Book of Spies, there is a "black ops" unit called Catapult. What do you think about the CIA's use of seemingly legitimate groups and companies?

8. The Book of Spies tells us at least half of the officers and employees working for the CIA are "new hires" - not veterans but people who started after the 9/11 attacks. Why do you think that is and what do you think the effect, if any, has been on our national security?

9. At the center of the novel is a fabulous long-lost library. Are there any lost books - ancient or modern - you would particularly like to read? What do you think the effect to the world would be if such a collection of books was suddenly discovered? If you could find something long lost, what would it be?

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The Book of Spies 3.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 48 reviews.
DebiWatson More than 1 year ago
The Book of Spies by Gayle Lynds is my favorite book of the year. It opened with a bang and kept me glued to the book until the end. The CIA discovers there is a connection between the historical Library of Gold and a terrorist bank account. Like Robert Ludlum, Lynds follows the money welded by the cabal of powerful men. She weaves a tale of intrigue with rare book expert Eva Blake and CIA agent Judd Ryder in solving the mystery. The characters were well developed and she deftly and seamlessly crossed genres; spies, historical, and treasure hunting without losing the tantalizing pace of a thriller. I was tickled pink with the character introduction on page 166. Also I was pleased to see that the Carnivore, one of my favorite Lynds characters made an appearance in this novel. Usually I poo-poo the blurbs on the back of a book, but I have to agree Gayle Lynds is one, if not the best of the suspense writers in the world. If you like espionage or historical novels both readers will be satisfied and left wanting for another outing with Eva and Judd.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is a good read. The book reads at a fun and thrilling pace
bookhimdanno More than 1 year ago
This is my kind of book, an exciting thriller. Action, gun fights, evil genius, secret passageways, corrupt officials and a bit of romance. A few things felt unfinished, but the book as a whole was good and fast to read. I would give it 3 1/2 stars if I could, it was a hard choice between 3 and 4. If you like action packed thrillers, this is the book for you
DJ41 More than 1 year ago
Gayle Lynds has written her best book "The Book of Spies". She has outdone herself. I cannot fathom the amount of research she did to write this book. I've now got the itch to read more regarding the Library of Gold and all the history that has accumulated from it's inception to present time. I love all of Gayle's books - she had a good teacher and now has surpassed him, Robert Ludlum. Congratulations! If you like suspense on many different levels, this is the book for you! Tears were streaming down my cheeks during the last four pages of this book because I didn't want it to end. Hope there's a sequel!
demonkitty on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Excellent book. Enjoyed it very much. Fast paced...moved along at a good clip. I will look for her other books.
butterflybaby on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Good potential. I found myself comparing it to Dan Brown. I really liked the characters better.
WeeziesBooks on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
¿The Book of Spies¿ by Gayle LyndsAs a lover of books about libraries, lost books and the struggle between good and evil, or greed and giving, this was an enjoyable book for me to read. There was action, suspicion and plenty of connected sub plots woven across settings in different countries. There was also the usual hint of romance or at least intrigue. From the soldiers and traitors in Afghanistan, to the CIA with searching for the inside leaks, this was a book packed with adventure and twists and turns. Between the self indulgent and extremely wealthy Library of Gold members drinking their fine wines and testing out their own and the librarians intellectual literary abilities and the men fighting for their lives, the suspicion, mysteries and plot continued to build to the end. I find that many of the books written about illuminated manuscripts that have been well researched, have given me glimpses of history that I might not have been aware. The theme of control, greed and the struggle for power are all too common in daily life as well as history. We might not be fighting over a book covered in diamonds and gold but still today we fight over control and power in politics, religion and personal freedoms. I particularly like the fact that some of the history regarding the Library of Gold was directly discussed in the epilogue. This added a depth and cumulation to the entire novel. I would recommend this book and give it a 4 stars.
suetu on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
For years now, I've heard nothing but good things about the work of Gayle Lynds. So much so that I've purchased several novels, but never got around to reading any until now. I'm sorry to report that as introductions go, The Book of Spies was a real disappointment. Where to start? How about with the excellent first sentence: A library could be a dangerous place. This is proven quickly enough by the murder of a librarian on the third page. This, incidentally, is our introduction to the novel's antagonist, amusingly named Doug Preston. Unlike his namesake, he's not a pleasant man. Rapidly after the opening murder, we're introduced to manuscript conservator Eva Blake. Eva, we learn, is about to be jailed for her role in the drunk driving death of her husband Charles. Next, two years later we're in the head of CIA operative Tucker Anderson. Just before an old friend can spill the beans about a possible terrorist plot, he's assassinated right there in downtown DC. And so begins what truly felt like a very worn plot. An international cat and mouse game, a hunt for a fabled treasure--in this case the Library of Gold--and a side plot concerning Middle Eastern politics. Here are a few things I DID learn in The Book of Spies:¿It is totally believable for a scholar of illuminated manuscripts to also be an expert pickpocket and a black belt in karate.¿If you are an academician, it is totally natural for you to pepper your dialog with pithy Latin quotations, no matter how tense or volatile the situation you may be in.¿Even though I can never seem to find a colleague in the same office, while being hunted by bad guys through the major cities of Europe, you'll run into each other by accident time and time again.¿An anklet is an excellent way to track a missing CIA asset when necessary, and it will never cause a delay at airport security.¿No matter how good the disguise, any individual can be identified by any stalker by their gait.¿These days you don't just have to be rich and white to be part of a secret, villainous cabal, you also have to be at least six feet tall. It's mentioned more than once.Snarkiness aside, that's just the tip of the iceberg of what bugged me in this book. I wanted to get caught up in the action, and I tried, I really tried, to just ignore the sloppy writing and ridiculous plot contrivances, but I couldn't. I spoke to a respected friend who had also read this book, and he enjoyed it and wasn't bothered by anything I was. So, perhaps I was just in a vile mood, but I couldn't see past what were to me glaring faults. That said, Ms. Lynds knows a thing or two about writing an action sequence. Also, even I enjoyed the character known as "the Carnivore." He was just pure fun, and I'd love to see a novel built around him.My friend, who has read several of Ms. Lynds' novels told me that The Book of Spies isn't typical of her work. He acknowledged that it's the most poorly written, but the most commercial. And so it goes. I predict a best-seller.
cenneidigh on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This is my kind of book, an exciting thriller. Action, gun fights, evil genius, secret passageways, corrupt officials and a bit of romance. A few things felt unfinished, but the book as a whole was good and fast to read. I would give it 3 1/2 stars if I could, it was a hard choice between 3 and 4. If you like action packed thrillers, this is the book for you.
mantooth on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I read a number of books in this genre, the conspiracy thriller isn't literature at its finest but that doesn't keep it from being fun to read. Like many, this one started out strong and had the added benefit of characters that showed some promise. Early on the expected leaps in reality started but rather than being focused on the base conspiracy these leaps started with the characters and their skills. The convenience of a character who is an expert in a technical and scholarly field and is an expert in karate and a closet pick pocket takes the book down hill too soon. Not only do these skills exist but they are so fine tuned that clearly the real question is "why isn't our character the world MMA champion". It is unclear how someone who picked pockets as a child remains an expert who never gets caught using a skill that was apparently dormant for 15 years. My original belief that the characters would be interesting was wrong as these "skills" made it difficult for me to connect with them. The base story remained a solid conspiracy tale and the pacing was fun and kept me reading. At some point my lack on interest in the characters collapsed and I just hung on the find out what happened in the end. The greatest disappointment had to do with the main character who possessed similar "unreal" flaws as others but I could get by that, he didn't develop but the story moved along. All was well until he became a dirt bag womanizer. The author never developed this part of the character and rather than work through his interesting flaw he just became sleazy. I didn't love the book but I like the authors ability to pace and keep things exciting. I will likely give the author another chance and read one of the books that has received a good review to ensure I see the best offering.
Twink on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Gayle Lynds is an author I'd definitely heard of, but I'd never read any of her nine novels until I picked up The Book of Spies. I'm glad I finally did! And how could I not - there was a library at the centre of things - the legendary Library of Gold - Ivan the Terrible's collection of lost works. And the opening line of the book? " A library could be a dangerous place." Hooked! One of those books - The Book of Spies has been stolen and has come to light. The secret cabal that controls the library desperately wants it back and is willing to do anything. The CIA is brought in when a connection between the owners of the fabled library and terrorism is uncovered. Book curator Eva Blake and CIA operative Judd Ryder scramble to find the book and stay ahead of those that want them dead.Generally the world of espionage/spy thrillers seems to be dominated by men. Lynds is referred to as the Queen of Espioage and rightly so. The Book of Spies is action packed, the plotting is tight, the historical detail is fascinating, the characters are engaging.... shall I go on? There are a few coincidences near the end that seemed a bit too neat, but did not detract from my overall enjoyement of the book. The name of the game here is action.And I loved this library quote near the end of the book...."Don't give me the cold tomb of a museum, but the fire-breathing world of words and ideas. Give me a library."Lynds has included author's notes at the end regarding the history used in her book - quite fascinating.If you enjoy Dan Brown and Robert Ludlum, then you would really enjoy Gayle Lynds. I would definitely read her again.
OakBlackheart More than 1 year ago
This is an adventure across continents. It is action packed. If you like fast moving mysteries you will want to read this story.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Very interesting read.  The ending was pretty good but it can be continued into another book very easily
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KenCady More than 1 year ago
The Book of Spies shows evidence of a great amount of research, much to the author's credit. The writing, for me, was not as good. The story did not flow well, and some of the actions taken just defied logic, or were way too convenient. The idea that a guy would tattoo a code on his head, then regrow his hair, with the hope that someday someone might go beneath that hair, find the code, and then properly decipher it is just ludicrous. There are just too many instances of things happening that made no sense that I found the book as annoying as it was interesting.
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