Well, where to begin? The hackneyed plot of The Patient is thus (feel free to fill in the blanks as we go along, I’ve provided you with some other options in case you want to mix things up): Chiseled Jaw, the grizzled, white, male CIA (FBI, Interpol, NSA) agent has gone rogue in order to take down one last case in order to avenge his brother (wife, daughter, friend). He’s helped by Sexy Glasses, the brilliant, beautiful doctor (psychologist, museum curator, linguist) who finds herself tangled up between Chiseled Jaw and French mercenary Claude Malloche (I remember his name due to him being utterly ridiculous) who I imagined looked, give or take, like Bomb Voyage from The Incredibles as he acted more or less like a cartoon villain. The biggest surprise here was that Sexy Glasses didn’t also find herself tangled up in the sheets with Chiseled Jaw. Anyway, Sexy Glasses has to remove a tumor from Malloche’s brain before he releases a deadly toxin in the city of Boston.
I rarely touch novels like these; (and others like Patterson, Baldacci, Connelly, etc) these paint by number thrillers that barely resemble books, starring a list of rotating stock stereotypes (It would be insulting to actual characters to refer to them as anything else) aren’t really worth my time. I assume the medical science within is sound, so it at least has that going for it. So, if you like these types of books, have at it. I have my own literary vices.
My recommendations – read literally anything else.
~Meredith T.
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