The problem of all the "authors" of books station, as was said at a time when people still read real books during their trips by train or plane, is that, whatever the effectiveness of their formula, comes a time when the emptiness of their books becomes stronger than their Pavlovian mechanisms "write" triggers. Coben, who kept me company, and pleasantly, for thousands of kilometers in the air and on land, is now burnt An example? His "6 Years Already", which recycles for the umpteenth time his eternal enigma of the disappearance (of beloved wife, child, etc.) whose resolution reveals a past that is not the one that the hero believed to have lived and is one of its most sluggish books and more futile. Between a transparent main character, embodying the good old American boy dear to Coben, and an "investigation" that does not advance, which clot is in a completely incoherent on uninteresting revelations possible, because that reflects an inconsistent and implausible story There is not much to save in "6 Years Already", especially as the happy ending rigor turns ridiculous summit. We do not even want to Coben its usual reactionary comments, anti EU or just stupid, and they wish to continue to smoke sufisamment new readers to guarantee his retirement in sunny Florida. Subsequently, it will be without us ...
