Crimson Shore by Douglas Preston
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Welcome back to the weird and wonderful world of Agent Pendergast - in his best adventure in years. I know, I've thrown that title around quite a lot in recent years, but compared to any other Pendergast book in a long time, this one's really outdone its predecessors big-time. Not only is it one of the more lush and lovely entries in the series - you can just smell the salt marshes and fish of its New England setting - but it's also one of the most downright disturbing since at least Still Life With Crows. And, best of all, it ends on one of the most massive cliffhangers in this series' history, in which a villain who's been dead for a very long time (although Pendergast believes otherwise) resurfaces in a very big way.
Next year's going to be a banner year for Preston and Child, between the inevitable wild follow-up to this book and Beyond the Ice Limit. But without their work this year on Crimson Shore, it wouldn't be possible for them to set up that kind of double-shot of excellence.
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