No Second Chance by Harlan Coben

NO SECOND CHANCE
Author: Harlan Coben
Publisher: Dutton Books
Format: Paperback, 384 pages
Genre: Murder-Mystery

Back Cover Blurb

Shot twice by an unseen assailant, Dr. Marc Seidman lies in a hospital bed. His wife has been killed. His six-month-old daughter has vanished. But just when his world seems forever shattered, the ransom note arrives: We are watching. If you contact the authorities, you will never see your daughter again. There will be no second chance. With no one to trust, and mired in a deepening quicksand of deception and deadly secrets, Marc clings to one unwavering vow: bring home his daughter, at any cost.

What I Thought

NO SECOND CHANCE is my first book by Haraln Coben, and could well be my last. I cannot say I was blown away by the patchy pacing, the clichéd characters, or the all-too familiar kidnap scenario, never mind the rather flat ending. The prose didn’t really flow, and there were one too many long-winded paragraphs padding out what action there was.

That action was splintered and broken up by the first-person narrated sections of the MC, Dr. Marc Seidman, while the rest of the characters just seemed to be talking amongst themselves. And I couldn’t really shake the feeling, as I read, that this was an overly long treatment for a made for TV movie of the week.

And, to be honest, the high drama came off as a little ludicrous in places. Never mind the fact that both the FBI and police were presented as utterly inept at their jobs. And that the only one who could solve this whole tawdry mess was the man shot twice, and left for dead.

The sad thing is, the premise for this one sounded so good. A man wakes in hospital to learn he’s been shot, twice, and his wife is dead, and his only child, kidnapped. This should have been a nail-biting thriller, and roller coaster ride of emotions.

It wasn’t.

Instead, we’re offered every crackpot theory as to what happened and why, and who might have been involved. As I said, it felt like a bad made for TV movie. There’s always 1 or 2 crazed killers, utterly out of touch with reality yet, apparently, still functional enough to mastermind everything from a motel room to a murder. Then there’s the rich family who can afford the multi-million dollar ransoms, plus the one wacko family member, who’s a weak link.

What’s farcical is the trail of dead bodies in these kind of novels, all justified by including the Bonnie and Clyde pair of sociopaths. And the slim to none existent excuse to justify all this is a little hard to swallow.

I struggled with the credibility factor from beginning to end. But yes, did finish it as I glazed over a lot of the background filler. Even so, I wasn’t overly invested in any one character, and found the whole situation rather unbelievable. And again, the ending was flat and lacklustre, sort of stuttering like a car-wreck that had just run out of gas in the last mile.

Adios Mr. Coben, you’ll be getting no second chance from me.

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