Despite its numerous problems, I discovered that LONDON BRIDGES is among the better Alex Cross novels up to this point. It not only finally resolves Cross's long-standing battle with both the Weasel and the Wolf, but it also marks Cross's first foray into a global-scale investigation. Parts of the story unfold in England, France, and Switzerland, providing a welcome departure from the typical Washington D.C. setting. In comparison to the previous books in the series, the stakes have never been greater, the collateral damage never this severe, and Alex Cross has never seemed so outmatched.
However, unfortunately, James Patterson's weak prose and shoddy narrative craftsmanship render LONDON BRIDGES a lot less enjoyable than it should be. The plot never truly feels plausible, and scenes with high dramatic potential ultimately fall completely flat. Clues conveniently materialize out of seemingly nowhere, and one never really gets a sense of what the villains are ultimately attempting to achieve. Oh, and all those passages of murder and identity-switching begin to become tiresome in their frequency and predictability.
LONDON BRIDGES is a relatively entertaining departure from the typical Alex Cross formula. But those who cannot tolerate bad writing would be well-advised to stay far away.