A typical example of middle class angst posing as a crime novel. Worthy topic given a simplistic agit-prop treatment fit for the intellectually challenged. Cardboard, two-dimensional characters. Flimsy and utterly predictable plot which drags us slowly but surely towards a painfully obvious denouement. Not an original idea in sight. On this form Mr. Grisham could do us all a real favour and go back to his legal practice, contractual obligations towards the publisher notwithstanding.