Well, it had to come. After all the bloody crazy posts, yeah, you pretty much didnt expect to see a book review here. Or did you? Of course you didnt. But well, I had nothing else to write about. So, I thought that I'd write a review of the book I just finished reading. The book that I got from my cousin, for my birthday. (which happens to fall on the 5th of March {every year, in case you didnt know})
Anyway, the book is called Key to Rebecca, by Ken Follet.
WARNING: This book should not, I repeat should NOT be read by people who are short on patience. You wont like it, trust me.
The book starts on a slow note, introducing one of the main characters of the book Alex Wolff (or is that his real name?). Well, it kinda gets the better of your curiosity, 'cause naturally you'd be wondering why any same individual would be walking throught the fucking Sahara Desert. No, you didnt read that wrong. This guy is actually walking through the desert.So later on, we see, that Alex isnt his real name. This guy is supposed to be a spy for the Germans. (Oh, and did I mention that this book is set around the period of the second World War? Oh yes, now you figure out why there are Germans.. lol)
So he makes his way to a small town, where he hitches a ride. Well, then, he kills a guy, for no apparent reason. But no one can even find out where the guy is. So lets go to the main story. In Egypt are stationed some important people in the English army. Now what this guy Wolff has to do is steal the English army secrets, and send them to the Germans. Sounds boring, huh. Nope. Not at all. How he does it, is a sheer spark of brilliance from Mr.Follet. As you read, you come to know that this guy Wolff used to live in Egypt, and he had a relationship with Sonja, who happens to be the most famous erotic belly dancer in Egypt. So, when Wolff returns after such a long time, shes really pissed off because, like a true spy, he goes away without telling. But then he tells her that he is a spy for the Germans, and that he needs her help. Now what Wolff needs to do is flick the briefcases of the important English army guys, and pass on the info to one guy who goes by the name Rommel. Yup, as you may have guessed, he is one of the commanders of the German army.So Wolff's first attempt at getting information turns out to be a briefcase full of the next months canteen menus.
But his next idea is awesome. It turns out that Sonja had a rough childhood, she used to be very poor, and her family used to sleep in a small tenement. Now, you have a grown up man, and a grown up woman. They gotta do their thing right? Well, too bad because Sonja's there when they're doin it. And as a result of this, she develops such a craving for um, uh.. yeah. Such a craving for the good stuff (:P). So this guy Wolff, somehow gets a big guy from the English army to meet Sonja. Mind you, going by the descriptions, Sonja is supposed to be this feasty little thing you cant take your eyes off. (I dunno, but it kinda reminded me of Salma Hayek, you know, even though shes getting older, she can still give any actress a run for her money with that oh-so-fukn-gorgeous body). So Mr. Wolff waits until the general and Sonja start doin their thing, and then he sneaks out, and looks through the general's briefcase. Bloody brilliant idea! Oh yes, this book has a generous dosage of people "doin therir stuff", so I wouldnt recommend it for guys who dont know their peaches and melons.Now while all this is going on, we also have Mr. William Vandam, who is with the English Army and is the second most important character in the story. He is the one who realises that there must be a spy somewhere, because the Germans know every single move they make, and that the English Army is gonna get a bad ass-kicking if they dont catch the spy. Then the rest of the book deals with how Mr. Vandam zeroes in on Wolff, and how he saves the English Army. And its ass too. lol again.
So I really hope that you enjoyed this book review.
I know I did, well, duh, because I spent half an hour typing it out. You dont think I would type out something like this if I didnt like it,do you? But if you do, I'd like to proclaim you as the heir to the throne of Jackassland (somewhere off the coast of Ireland)
Anyway, thanks to Kavya for gettin me the book.
