Faces was voted Best Thriller of the Year by the Guardian and was awarded the Grand Prix of 2010 readers of Elle. At its subject, Harlan Coben is full of praise: "If you have not yet read Jesse Kellerman, do not waste one second"; "We do not meet every day a talent of this magnitude." The day Ethan Muller, owner of a gallery, are a series of drawings of exceptional quality, he knows he will join the greatest art dealers. It turns out that Victor Cracke, their author, disappeared after having lived forty years in New York in a shabby apartment. And as soon as the Ethan hangs in his gallery, everyone agrees that this is a work of genius. But when a cop retired recognizes faces child victims of a serial killer who raged a few years earlier, mechanical goes awry. This is Ethan then decides to conduct the investigation, an investigation that will soon turn into an obsession. The story is well thought out, well written novel. But when I read, once again on the 4 back cover: "This is the beginning of a downward spiral in the drama and the final coup de theater worthy of the greatest thrillers." The suspense is fairly supported especially towards the end. Precisely speaking of the end, I find still quite disappointing. Otherwise it's a good novel, served by a particularly captivating plot and a stunning pen that holds the reader spellbound.
