Thrillers aren’t really my genre, but “something about games and secret libraries” is clearly the sort of thing I should like, so it seemed worth a try. It turned out to be good to read on trains, with a sort of idle sense of slow progression running through it. A few years on from publication, the “game” parts seem predictably off-target, despite there being few details about the actual mechanics, but it’s all readable enough.

I do want to start keeping track of phone conversations people have in fiction to show the reader how good they are at something, though – there’s a hilarious couple of paragraphs early on in this one when the hero is talking about French insurance in order to show what a confident financial whiz he is.