The Book of Fate

The Book of Fate

by Brad Meltzer

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Brad Meltzer's #1 New York Times bestseller featuring a two-hundred-year-old code devised by Thomas Jefferson and a present-day conspiracy at the highest level of power .

"Six minutes from now, one of us would be dead. None of us knew it was coming."

So says Wes Holloway, a young presidential aide, about the day he put Ron Boyle, the chief executive's oldest friend, into the president's limousine. By the trip's end, a crazed assassin would permanently disfigure Wes and kill Boyle. Now, eight years later, Boyle has been spotted alive. Trying to figure out what really happened takes Wes back into disturbing secrets buried in Freemason history, a decade-old presidential crossword puzzle, and a two-hundred-year-old code invented by Thomas Jefferson that conceals secrets worth dying for.

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ISBN-13: 9781455508167
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Publication date: 10/01/2011
Pages: 608
Sales rank: 113,529
Product dimensions: 4.20(w) x 7.40(h) x 1.40(d)

About the Author

Brad Meltzer is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Inner Circle, The Book of Fate, and seven other bestselling thrillers. In addition to his fiction, Brad is one of the only authors to ever have books on the bestseller list for nonfiction (History Decoded), advice (Heroes for My Son and Heroes for My Daughter), children's books (I Am Amelia Earhart and I Am Abraham Lincoln) and even graphic books (Justice League of America). He is also the host of Brad Meltzer's Decoded on the History Channel, and Brad Meltzer's Lost History on H2. He currently lives in Florida. You can find much more about him at You can also see what he's doing right now at and on Twitter @bradmeltzer.



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B.A., University of Michigan; J.D., Columbia University

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The Book of Fate

By Brad Meltzer


Copyright © 2006 Forty-four Steps, Inc.
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-446-53099-9

Chapter One

Six minutes from now, one of us would be dead. That was our fate. None of us knew it was coming.

"Ron, hold up!" I called out, chasing after the middle-aged man in the navy-blue suit. As I ran, the smothering Florida heat glued my shirt to my chest.

Ignoring me, Ron Boyle darted up the tarmac, passing Air Force One on our right and the eighteen cars of the motorcade that idled in a single-file line on our left. As deputy chief of staff, he was always in a rush. That's what happens when you work for the most powerful man in the world. I don't say that lightly. Our boss was the Commander in Chief. The President of the United States. And when he wanted something, it was my job to get it. Right now President Leland "The Lion" Manning wanted Boyle to stay calm. Some tasks were beyond even me.

Picking up speed as he weaved through the crowd of staffers and press making their way to their assigned cars, Boyle blew past a shiny black Chevy Suburban packed with Secret Service agents and the ambulance that carried extra pints of the President's blood. Earlier today, Boyle was supposed to have a fifteen-minute sit-down with the President on Air Force One. Because of my scheduling error, he was now down to a three-minute drive-by briefing sometime this afternoon. To say he wasannoyed would be like calling the Great Depression a bad day at the office.

"Ron!" I said again, putting a hand on his shoulder and trying to apologize. "Just wait. I wanted to-"

He spun around wildly, slapping my hand out of the way. Thin and pointy-nosed with a thick mustache designed to offset both, Boyle had graying hair, olive skin, and striking brown eyes with a splash of light blue in each iris. As he leaned forward, his cat's eyes glared down at me. "Don't touch me again unless you're shaking my hand," he threatened as a flick of spit hit me in the cheek.

Gritting my teeth, I wiped it away with the back of my hand. Sure, the scheduling hiccup was my fault, but that's still no reason t-

"Now, what the hell's so damn important, Wes, or is this another vital reminder that when we're eating with the President, we need to give you our lunch orders at least an hour in advance?" he added, loud enough so a few Secret Service agents turned.

Any other twenty-three-year-old would've taken a verbal swing. I kept my cool. That's the job of the President's aide ... a.k.a. the body person ... a.k.a. the buttboy. Get the President what he wants; keep the machine humming.

"Lemme make it up to you," I said, mentally canceling my apology. If I wanted Boyle quiet-if we didn't want a scene for the press-I needed to up the ante. "What if I ... what if I squeezed you into the President's limo right now?"

Boyle's posture lifted slightly as he started buttoning his suit jacket. "I thought you-No, that's good. Great. Excellent." He even painted on a tiny smile. Crisis averted.

He thought all was forgiven. My memory's way longer than that. As Boyle triumphantly turned toward the limo, I jotted down another mental note. Cocky bastard. On the way home, he'd be riding in the back of the press van.

Politically, I wasn't just good. I was great. That's not ego; it's the truth. You don't apply for this job, you're invited to interview. Every young political gunner in the White House would've killed to clutch this close to the leader of the free world. From here, my predecessor had gone on to become the number two guy in the White House Press Office. His predecessor in the last White House took a job managing four thousand people at IBM. Seven months ago, despite my lack of connections, the President picked me. I beat out a senator's son and a pair of Rhodes scholars. I could certainly handle a tantrum-throwing senior staffer.

"Wes, let's go!" the Secret Service detail leader called out, waving us into the car as he slid into the front passenger seat, where he could see everything coming.

Trailing Boyle and holding my leather shoulder bag out in front of me, I jumped into the back of the armored limo, where the President was dressed casually in a black windbreaker and jeans. I assumed Boyle would immediately start talking his ear off, but as he passed in front of the President, he was strangely silent. Hunched over as he headed for the back left seat, Boyle's suit jacket sagged open, but he quickly pressed his hand over his own heart to keep it shut. I didn't realize until later what he was hiding. Or what I'd just done by inviting him inside.

Following behind him, I crouched toward one of the three fold-down seats that face the rear of the car. Mine was back-to-back with the driver and across from Boyle. For security reasons, the President always sat in the back right seat, with the First Lady sitting between him and Boyle.

The jump seat directly across from the President-the hot seat-was already taken by Mike Calinoff, retired professional race car driver, four-time Winston Cup winner, and special guest for today's event. No surprise. With only four months until the election, we were barely three points ahead in the polls. When the crowd was that fickle, only a fool entered the gladiator's ring without a hidden weapon.

"So she's fast, even with the bulletproofing?" the racing champ asked, admiring the midnight-blue interior of Cadillac One.

"Greased lightning," Manning answered as the First Lady rolled her eyes.

Finally joining in, Boyle scootched forward in his seat and flipped open a manila folder. "Mr. President, if we could-?"

"Sorry-that's all I can do, sir," Chief of Staff Warren Albright interrupted as he hopped inside. Handing a folded-up newspaper to the President, he took the middle seat directly across from the First Lady, and more important, diagonally across from Manning. Even in a six-person backseat, proximity mattered. Especially to Boyle, who was still turned toward the President, refusing to give up his opening.

The President seized the newspaper and scrutinized the crossword puzzle he and Albright shared every day. It had been their tradition since the first days of the campaign-and the reason why Albright was always in that coveted seat diagonally across from the President. Albright started each puzzle, got as far as he could, then passed it to the President to cross the finishline.

"Fifteen down's wrong," the President pointed out as I rested my bag on my lap. "Stifle."

Albright usually hated when Manning found a mistake. Today, as he noticed Boyle in the corner seat, he had something brand-new to be annoyed by.

Everything okay? I asked with a glance.

Before Albright could answer, the driver rammed the gas, and my body jerked forward.

Three and a half minutes from now, the first gunshot would be fired. Two of us would crumble to the floor, convulsing. One wouldn't get up.

"Sir, if I could bend your ear for a second?" Boyle interrupted, more insistently than before.

"Ron, can't you just enjoy the ride?" the First Lady teased, her short brown hair bobbing as we hit a divot in the road. Despite the sweet tone, I saw the glare in her leaf-green eyes. It was the same glare she used to give her students at Princeton. A former professor with a PhD in chemistry, Dr. First Lady was trained to be tough. And what Dr. First Lady wanted, Dr. FirstLady fought for. And got.

"But, ma'am, it'll just take-"

Her brow furrowed so hard, her eyebrows kissed. "Ron. Enjoy the ride."

That's where most people would've stopped. Boyle pushed even harder, trying to hand the file directly to Manning. He'd known the President since they were in their twenties, studying at Oxford. A professional banker, as well as a collector of antique magic tricks, he later managed all of the Mannings' money, a magic trick in itself. To this day, he was the only person on staff who was there when Manning married the First Lady. That alone gave him a free pass when the press discovered that Boyle's father was a petty con man who'd been convicted (twice) for insurance fraud. It was the same free pass he was using in the limo to test the First Lady's authority. But even the best free passes eventually expire.

Manning shook his head so subtly, only a trained eye could see it. First Lady, one; Boyle, nothing.

Closing the file folder, Boyle sank back and shot me the kind of look that would leave a bruise. Now it was my fault.

As we neared our destination, Manning stared silently through the light green tint of his bulletproof window. "Y'ever hear what Kennedy said three hours before he was shot?" he asked, putting on his best Massachusetts accent. "You know, last night would've been a hell of a night to kill a President."

"Lee!" the First Lady scolded. "See what I deal with?" she added, fake laughing at Calinoff.

The President took her hand and squeezed it, glancing my way. "Wes, did you bring the present I got for Mr. Calinoff?" he asked.

I dug through my leather briefcase-the bag of tricks-never taking my eyes off Manning's face. He tossed a slight nod and scratched at his own wrist. Don't give him the tie clip ... go for the big stuff.

I'd been his aide for over seven months. If I was doing my job right, we didn't have to talk to communicate. We were in a groove. I couldn't help but smile.

That was my last big, broad grin. In three minutes, the gunman's third bullet would rip through my cheek, destroying so many nerves, I'd never have full use of my mouth again.

That's the one, the President nodded at me.

From my overpacked bag, which held everything a President would ever need, I pulled out a set of official presidential cuff links, which I handed to Mr. Calinoff, who was loving every split second in his folded-down, completely uncomfortable hotseat.

"Those are real, y'know," the President told him. "Don't put 'em on eBay."

It was the same joke he used every time he gave a set away. We all still laughed. Even Boyle, who started scratching at his chest. There's no better place to be than in on an inside joke with the President of the United States. And on July 4th in Daytona, Florida, when you'd flown in to yell, "Gentlemen, start your engines!" at the legendary Pepsi 400 NASCAR race, there was no better backseat in the world.

Before Calinoff could offer a thank-you, the limo came to a stop. A red lightning bolt flashed by us on the left-two police motorcycles with their sirens blaring. They were leapfrogging from the back of the motorcade to the front. Just like a funeral procession.

"Don't tell me they closed down the road," the First Lady said. She hated it when they shut traffic for the motorcade. Those were the votes we'd never get back.

The car slowly chugged a few feet forward. "Sir, we're about to enter the track," the detail leader announced from the passenger seat. Outside, the concrete openness of the airport runway quickly gave way to rows and rows of high-end motor coaches.

"Wait ... we're going out on the track?" Calinoff asked, suddenly excited. He shifted in his seat, trying to get a look outside.

The President grinned. "Did you think we'd just get a couple seats in front?"

The wheels bounced over a clanging metal plate that sounded like a loose manhole cover. Boyle scratched even more at his chest. A baritone rumble filled the air.

"That thunder?" Boyle asked, glancing up at the clear blue sky.

"No, not thunder," the President replied, putting his own fingertips against the bulletproof window as the stadium crowd of 200,000 surged to its feet with banners, flags, and arms waving. "Applause."

"Ladies and gentlemen, the President of the United States!" the announcer bellowed through the P.A. system.

A sharp right-hand turn tugged us all sideways as the limo turned onto the racetrack, the biggest, most perfectly paved highway I'd ever seen in my life.

"Nice roads you got here," the President said to Calinoff, leaning back in the plush leather seat that was tailor-made to his body.

All that was left was the big entrance. If we didn't nail that, the 200,000 ticket holders in the stadium, plus the ten million viewers watching from home, plus the seventy-five million fans who're committed to NASCAR, would all go tell their friends and neighbors and cousins and strangers in the supermarket that we went up for our baptism and sneezed in the holy water.

But that's why we brought the motorcade. We didn't need eighteen cars. The runway in the Daytona Airport was actually adjacent to the racetrack. There were no red lights to run. No traffic to hold back. But to everyone watching ... Have you ever seen the President's motorcade on a racetrack? Instant American frenzy.

I didn't care how close we were in the polls. One lap around and we'd be picking out our seats for the inauguration.

Across from me, Boyle wasn't nearly as thrilled. With his arms crossed against his chest, he never stopped studying the President.

"Got the stars out too, eh?" Calinoff asked as we entered the final turn and he saw our welcoming committee, a small mob of NASCAR drivers all decked out in their multicolor, advertising-emblazoned jumpsuits. What his untrained eye didn't notice were the dozen or so "crew members" who were standing a bit more erect than the rest. Some had backpacks. Some carried leather satchels. All had sunglasses. And one was speaking into his own wrist. Secret Service.

Like any other first-timer in the limo, Calinoff was practically licking the glass. "Mr. Calinoff, you'll be getting out first," I told him as we pulled into the pit stalls. Outside, the drivers were already angling for presidential position. In sixty seconds, they'd be running for their lives.

Calinoff leaned toward my door on the driver's side, where all the NASCAR drivers were huddled.

I leaned forward to block him, motioning to the President's door on the other side. "That way," I said. The door right next to him.

"But the drivers are over there," Calinoff objected.

"Listen to the boy," the President chimed in, gesturing toward the door by Calinoff.

Years ago, when President Clinton came for a NASCAR race, members of the crowd booed. In 2004, when President Bush arrived with legendary driver Bill Elliott in his motorcade, Elliott stepped out first and the crowd erupted. Even Presidents canuse an opening act.

With a click and a thunk, the detail leader pushed a small security button under the door handle which allowed him to open the armor-lined door from the outside. Within seconds, the door cracked open, twin switchblades of light and Florida heat sliced through the car, and Calinoff lowered one of his handmade cowboy boots onto the pavement.

"And please welcome four-time Winston Cup winner ... Mike Caaaalinoff!" the announcer shouted through the stadium.

Cue crowd going wild.

"Never forget," the President whispered to his guest as Calinoff stepped outside to the 200,000 screaming fans. "That's who we're here to see."

"And now," the announcer continued, "our grand marshal for today's race-Florida's own ... President Leeeee Maaaaanning!"

Just behind Calinoff, the President hopped out of the car, his right hand up in a wave, his left hand proudly patting the NASCAR logo on the chest of his windbreaker. He paused for a moment to wait for the First Lady. As always, you could read the lips on every fan in the grandstands. There he is ... There he is ... There they are ... Then, as soon as the crowd had digested it, the flashbulbs hit. Mr. President, over here! Mr. President ...! He'd barely moved three steps by the time Albright was behind him, followed by Boyle.


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Michael Landrum More than 1 year ago
I couldn't put it down. Each chapter left me wanting more. Being a 32nd degree Mason, I was glad to see thay it wasn't another Masonic conspiracy novel. In contrast, it was a well written mystery which leaves a lot to your imagination when it comes to the actual workings of our national government. Now that I've completed The Book Of Fate, I can get a little sleep before I begin The Book Of Lies.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I've read all but his first two and found this one the most entertaining. The characters are sympathetica and real and the plot gets more than complicated enough to keep me guessing for a long while. The book is being marketed with references to the Masons. The plot stands just fine without them so I figure the publisher's marketing department was searching for the next Da Vince Code which this novel, thank goodness, is not. Can't wait for the next one, Brad!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is a suspenseful thrill ride and psychological character study all in one. If that's not enough, you'll also learn facts about the Freemasons and Washington, D.C. that weren't even revealed in 'National Treasure.'
GEMMA32 More than 1 year ago
I am a new fan of this author, his books and now his show "Decoded".....and I very highly recommend his won't be disappointed! : )
conniejackson More than 1 year ago
This story was another okay read from Brad Meltzer. From the description on the cover I thought I was going to read a story about Masons, codes and the book would be a thrill to read. The Masonic plot never really developed and the ancient codes was a big let down. I suppose this book was marketed to perk up all the readers that enjoyed Dan Brown's "The DaVinci Code" and they would step up and buy this book. The marketing ploy worked on me, because I bought it. In summary, its not a terrible read, but with a little more time spent on developing the story by the author, the book could have been a great read.
KathyID More than 1 year ago
I have been reading for years, books like James Patterson, Dan Brown, and these are THE BEST!! Cant believe I just found out about him. His website is great too!! I read the latest and now i am going to start with the first. CANT WAIT! These books make me want to visit Washington D.C.! And take this book along as my tour guide!!
bookwormmom More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed the characters in this book, but the plot was a little telling especially if you have read Brad Meltzer books in the past. The twist at the end was one I was anticipating, but did not put into place until later in the book. All in all, it was a great "read" and held my interest. Scott Brick did a very good job with the reading, as well.
richard02px2014 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
In the Book of Fate by Brad Meltzer, the author is very talented in making the plot suspenseful. Every time I stopped reading the book, I wanted to pick it up again right away. In fact, in one of the reviews of the book, it says the author is ¿the best thriller writer working today¿. My older brother recommended this book for me because he thought I would like it. The plot is very interesting and complex. The main character¿s name is Wes Holloway, a presidential aide to the current president. On a day at the racetrack, someone attempts to murder the president but instead misses and shoots the president¿s oldest friend. That person, Ron Boyle, dies at the track. However, eight years later, Wes sees Boyle at a speech in Malaysia. Wes works with his colleague and lawyer to try to figure out what happens. Right now in the book it¿s at a really exciting part where Wes just finds out one of the people he¿s working with is actually on the other side! His two other friends have just found out information about The Three. The Three are three people from the CIA, FBI, and Secret Service combined, making a very powerful team. Right now they think The Three are responsible for the attempted murder of Boyle. In the book, the President¿s name is Leland Manning. In every book I¿ve read, they never use the current president¿s name. They used previous president¿s names though, I always wonder why. Another interesting thing about the book is it switches perspectives every chapter. The first chapter was from Wes¿s point of view, or first person, and the second is third person. Since there are lots of characters at different places in the book, third person switches from place to place. I personally like to read from Wes¿s perspective the most because what he does is most exciting and important.I would definitely recommend this book to a reader who liked suspense.
edecklund on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Nice characterization. The crossword puzzle doodle code a bit difficult in the audio version but easy to skip over. A big reach to infer a Masonic uber plan. Many other plots and subplots to satisfy.
bcquinnsmom on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I beg to differ with some of the people on Amazon who totally panned this book. I have a feeling that they were looking for another DaVinci Code type story which they're not going to find here. Okay...I can understand why this might be because of the cover, with its tantalizing promise of a Masonic conspiracy, because, frankly, that's what I thought I was getting as well. I love that kind of know, the ancient secrets of a brotherhood type novel. But it was not to be. However, I don't think that people should diss the novel because it wasn't what was promised by cover art. This is a political thriller, through and through. If you enjoy a good political thriller with a couple of puzzles to solve along the way, you will enjoy this one. Do NOT be put off by the reviews. It was fun. Not great literature, not a book destined to stay on the bestseller lists forever, but just fun, intriguing and an all-in-all decent read.So here's a brief look, with no spoilers:As the story opens, the country is under the leadership of president Leland Manning. His aide, Wes Holloway, is about to accompany him and his entourage to the Daytona Beach speedway, where the president is going to make a surprise visit, with his limo driving right up onto the tracks. Bad route choice. As the group leaves the car, there is an assassination attempt on the president, but it is Wes and another man, Boyle, who take the hits. Wes is badly wounded in the face and Boyle dies.Eight years later, while now former president Manning is in Malaysia, Wes goes to the president's suite and interrupts what he thinks is a burglary. He gets a look at the intruder and realizes it's someone who it can't possibly be. This one episode leads Wes and his closest friends, along with a gossip columnist for a Palm Beach newspaper, to begin an investigation that will uncover secrets that a lot of people don't want to be revealed.It's fun, fast-paced and truly a page turner. Try it, and don't listen to the detractors.
ConnieJackson on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This story was another okay read from Brad Meltzer. From the description on the cover I thought I was going to read a story about Masons, codes and the book would be a thrill to read. The Masonic plot never really developed and the ancient codes was a big let down. I suppose this book was marketed to perk up all the readers that enjoyed Dan Brown's "The DaVinci Code" and they would step up and buy this book. The marketing ploy worked on me, because I bought it. In summary, its not a terrible read, but with a little more time spent on developing the story by the author, the book could have been a great read.
shannonkearns on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
i enjoyed this book a lot. my only complaint is that the description on the cover was incredibly misleading as to the content of the book. it was a fun romp, but it wasn't as "conspiracy theory" as i was hoping.
alibraryfan on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
If you desire a quick read, this book will fulfill your wants. Though over 500 pages, the story lacks significant character development and moves forward nicely with rapid dialogue and several action sequences. For this reason, it lends itself to fast consumption. One element of the narrative, however, seemed over exaggerated, and at times, out of place. The focus on Freemasons, which the reader expects to play a central role in the climax, quickly fades after the middle part of the book. Overall, an enjoyable and simple read.
camarie on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This book is so fascinating. I have to admit, it wasn't thought-provoking, but great nonetheless. A presidential aide blames himself for the murder of a friend, yet little did he know that the whole situation was a conspiracy and years later his friend is found alive. I won't spoil the mystery, but the plot gets a lot thicker before anything is resolved.
beccam2 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I tried to like this book, but I failed. In fact I disliked it intensely. Mr. Meltzer is known for his books on political intrigue. While I have some serious issues with his extravagant use of adjectives and adverbs, I often enjoyed his books.However this one was beyond imagination. Even if there had been a plot- you would have forgotten what was going on by the time you finished reading all the descriptions of the most minute details. I rarely say this , authors are entitled to off books, but this was so bad, I will simply not ever buy another Meltzer book.
paulas98 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Couldn't put down, but the ending was stupid.
Ross.Farnsworth on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I liked this book, if was a fun quick read. Now, If you are looking for stuff about Freemason there are other books that are more interesting. The square and compass on the cover is about as much masonic mystery as you are going to get. There is some general history about some famous people that were know to be free masons and there is some of the normal conspreciy theary stuff that you hear spouted on the internet about free masons but there is very little in this book that has to do with masonry.This book is about high level government conspiracy that have to do with politics and influences. The beginning is the best part of the book and I enjoyed some of the early character development but the book ends in the typical way of a thriller with out allot of surprises.So I found it enjoyable, but I don't think it will make my personal top 100 books.Also, if your a free mason there is not really anything that is negative about the craft in this book. If anything, it shows how people will manipulate others it to believing untruths for their own gain.
mjayne on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Starts slow, but about 1/3 in I couldn't put it down. Written in a style similar to Davici Code (changes P.O.V. by chapters and you never know who to trust). Good overall!
MSWallack on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I read this book thinking that it would be one thing and it turned out to be another thing entirely. I remember hearing an interview on NPR with the author shortly after the book was published and thinking that it sounded fun. If I recall, either from reading the back cover or from the interview, I thought that the story would be a bit Da Vinci Code-ish but dealing with Freemasons in Washington. While there is a bit of this thrown into the story, it turns out to be limited to one, insane character and has nothing whatosoever to do with the plot (not even a real McGuffin for the story). Instead, the story is a fairly pedestrian mystery/thriller that simply never grabbed my attention. Too many times while reading the book I wanted to reach out and shake the protagonist, maybe even slap him around, and tell him to either stop doing stupid things or to start thinking!I've heard good things about Brad Meltzer (this is the first of his books that I've read), but The Book of Fate does not make me want to run out and read another of his books anytime soon.
ktptcruisin on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I first thought this book was going to be sort of Dan Brown meets political thriller. But alas I was a bit disappointed. Don't get me wrong this is a good, well researched novel. And like Meltzer's other books I really wanted to like it more, and be able to reave about it but at the end of the day its just an okay to good book.
oldbookswine on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A wonderful mix of politics, mystery, and intrigue as Wes, a presidental aid finds that reality is not what he believed. Even when it has disfigured him in the process. Wes, a gossip reporter and old friends trace clues left on a cross-word puzzle to bring the book to conclusion the reader will not guess.
mcal on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The beginning to first half I found very slow though picked up near the end. I would have enjoyed it a bit more if the last one or two chapters were left off... and it probably would have been a bit more or a mystery. While the jacket claimed to have references to a secret society dating back to Jefferson, this didn't really appear until the last third of the book. When it did, unlike The Davinci Code, it was sparse and didn't delve much into the historical perspectives. The codes used in The Book of Fate were merely duplications reused. Other linkings to Masons and architectural planning of Washington DC seemed to take the reader on a wild goose hunt that I didn't feel added anything to the end story.While I couldn't stand it in the beginning and would have given it a 2 star rating, by the end I was up to a 3.5 or 4. All in all, the book was ok....but probably would have been better if the first third was chopped off.
selwa on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This book is like cotton candy...enjoyable, but with little substance. The action and suspence kept me reading, and it's a better book than the Da Vinci Code. But it's not quite literature either. Great for commuting or the beach.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The book was the fluff I expected, but the Nook version of this was AWFUL. There were bugs all over the place - skipping pages, repeating pages, some that were missing entirely. Maybe I would have enjoyed it more if I wasn't so aggravated by the device.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago