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The Amber Room is an awful book. Just awful. I forced myself to slog my way through to the end, and I was bored and glass-eyed through the whole process. The book is a far cry from the few others of Steve Berry's books I've read, which makes me wonder how he managed to get this one published first.
To sum up, The Amber Room is an overly complicated, arrogant tale about a search for just as the title says: the long-lost Amber Room once held in Russia's Catherine Palace. It was a marvelous treasure in Russia, and even Europeans loved it. But (still true story here), it was lost during World War II when Germans and Russians were at odds with each other, and their attempts to save, smuggle and destroy the room's amber panels were for naught. So the book begins with this narrative, about a mysterious history of the room, and it brings in two shallow ex-lovers (who, spoiler alert, find love again, shockingly) to find it all over again.
Paul and Rachel Cutler have absolutely no reason to be seeking the Amber Room. They only do on a wild hunch, but then for some reason they can't let go. The book feels like Berry tried impossibly hard to make a relevant connection from art history and adventure buffs like most of the characters, to a humdrum regular working class couple. I kept reading and reading, expecting that moment when my mind was going to be blown about why Paul and Rachel were involved, and why their pursuers were chasing after them so ardently. Nothing; it never came. I read on with disinterest at that point, just wanting to make it to the end. Even the final climactic scene was over so quickly that I was let down — all that reading, for that?
All of Steve Berry's books are fast-paced and action-packed, which is fine for people who are into that sort of thing. But that's about it. I didn't connect with the characters, I didn't know what was happening (unless it was explicitly spelled out in the book like it often was) and I felt confused and annoyed how characters who knew everything suddenly came in and out of the narrative. Overall, a boring read and one I won't be holding onto.
To sum up, The Amber Room is an overly complicated, arrogant tale about a search for just as the title says: the long-lost Amber Room once held in Russia's Catherine Palace. It was a marvelous treasure in Russia, and even Europeans loved it. But (still true story here), it was lost during World War II when Germans and Russians were at odds with each other, and their attempts to save, smuggle and destroy the room's amber panels were for naught. So the book begins with this narrative, about a mysterious history of the room, and it brings in two shallow ex-lovers (who, spoiler alert, find love again, shockingly) to find it all over again.
Paul and Rachel Cutler have absolutely no reason to be seeking the Amber Room. They only do on a wild hunch, but then for some reason they can't let go. The book feels like Berry tried impossibly hard to make a relevant connection from art history and adventure buffs like most of the characters, to a humdrum regular working class couple. I kept reading and reading, expecting that moment when my mind was going to be blown about why Paul and Rachel were involved, and why their pursuers were chasing after them so ardently. Nothing; it never came. I read on with disinterest at that point, just wanting to make it to the end. Even the final climactic scene was over so quickly that I was let down — all that reading, for that?
All of Steve Berry's books are fast-paced and action-packed, which is fine for people who are into that sort of thing. But that's about it. I didn't connect with the characters, I didn't know what was happening (unless it was explicitly spelled out in the book like it often was) and I felt confused and annoyed how characters who knew everything suddenly came in and out of the narrative. Overall, a boring read and one I won't be holding onto.