Oh, come on. Who cares?
I finished the Club Dumas and I'm wondering why anyone cares. The plot is ridiculous. Some greedy and somewhat sleazy book merchant chases all over the Iberian peninsula and France for two books that will supposedly summon the Devil while a bunch of Eurosnobs plot to keep a handwritten chapter of a Dumas book from public scrutiny - all the while belonging to a club that reprints ancient dime novels? Minute details about book collecting overwhelmed me with tears of boredom. There's the stereotypical fetching young woman who all we know about is that she uses a name from a Sherlock Holmes story and is a kick boxer of some talent because she can beat up an actor? Meanwhile, the evil "pay no attention to the man behind the curtains" guy surfaces only briefly at beginning an end. And if I read the word "apocryphal" one more time I would have puked. The ending, especially the last page, is so trite I would have expected it to come from a John Grisham novel. And I LIKE John Grisham.