Book #29: Paris Match

Author: Stuart Woods
Publisher: G.P. Putnam’s Sons (October 7, 2014)
Pages: 311
Chapters: 61

Stone Barrington has returned to Paris to attend to some business concerns and finds himself embroiled in high-stakes trouble on both sides of the pond. An old enemy is still in hot pursuit, and this time he might have a powerful local resource on his side: a gentleman with his own ax to grind against Stone. And back in the United States, the swirling rumor mill threatens to derail a project of vital importance not just to Stone but to the nation. Though Stone is no stranger to peril, never before has he faced threats from so many directions at once.


How do I know if a series is worth buying? I purchase from the 5th or last book of the series and if it’s good, I tend to buy the entire series. This was the 31st book in this Stone Barrington series.

Let me start this review by expressing my dislike for this book.

I only read this book because… well, it’s obvious. It was set in Paris. The author made Mirabelle Chance sound like a dummy when I met her. A hot French dummy. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘How do you mean?’ I was fed up with her stupidity. The book was filled with unwanted dialogues that were useless and too chatty. I cringed throughout most of them.

When it comes to male – and even female – protagonists – I am fed up of them being unwholesome, sleeping with every Tom or Staci while trying to keep a certain so-call special someone happy. That’s why I love Alex Cross. James Patterson’s famed protagonist is a family man. We need more family-oriented protagonists… although Cross had his moments too. Jamila. *coughs coughs*

Holly was downright annoying. As a matter of fact, ALL the women in this book was stupid and downright annoying, but Holly was the worst one. This fool envied Mirabelle and couldn’t wait to hear/say nasty things about the Frenchwoman. “What is she like in bed? Is she enthusiastic, or does she just lie back and think of France?” Very silly and juvenile. Another book, another American woman envying the beautiful Frenchwoman. I was not expecting this kind of writing from this author.

I was also annoyed that they kept saying ‘John, no middle initial, Simpson’ We got the point earlier! I started skimming soon afterward.

Here is my problem with Stone Barrington: he is emotionless, is a total douche, and I didn’t get a good visualization of him besides the fact that he’s like a testosterone teen who jumps into bed with any woman. I disliked him. I wished Jacques Chance had made Stone disappear. Stone is nothing special. I just don’t see the appeal. His character has no depth.

Here is my problem with the book: When I pick up a book on/about Paris, I want to feel like I am in Paris. This book did not transport me to Paris. No proper descriptions of the beloved City of Lights. I couldn’t smell the streets (food, atmosphere etc.) And what the France is ‘bon soir?’ It’s spelled ‘BONSOIR!’ The story was not a gripping page-turner, just an excusable plot for a marathon of Stone’s sexcapades. Sleep. Eat. Sex. Repeat.

The characters were also too cliché and at one point I thought I was reading a story from a 14-year-old. No real plot and no suspense. Oh, how I dislike this book! There weren’t even fireworks!

This is the Paris Match:

I don’t know what rubbish I just read. I’m glad I did not purchase this book; just sorry I read it. Shame on this author. Reading the nutrition facts on the back of snacks is more entertaining.




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