My sex will be enough of a liability without adding the disadvantage of a Polish background. I realize it would be pointless for me to pursue such an ambition without your support. The girl continued as if only too aware of what was going through her father’s mind.

Then he stopped and pretended to return to his paper, realizing that his daughter would consider the remark flippant. The only thing Roosevelt proved…, began her father. President Roosevelt proved to us that there can be no greater calling than public service. I can think of more rewarding ways of bankrupting myself, said her father as he removed the half-moon spectacles from the end of his nose and peered at his daughter over the top of his newspaper.ĭon’t be frivolous, Papa. President of the United States, she replied. I'm still on the fence in my mind about how often to read unread Jeffrey Archer books. The unbelievable way he is forgotten by the heroine, plus the easy way the latter shrugged into calling Edward 'darling' makes me wish the book had ended with Richard's recovery. Poor him, so forgotten that I nearly forgot myself to mention him. I knew before that Florentyna would be president, yet the way things turned out brought ample surprise. I think it deserves nothing more or less than three stars. Without them, I might have abandoned this book.

These two moments carried my interest forward. Secondly, the deception of who Jessie is, is nothing short of a masterstroke. The circumstances revealed for this key event were very much inspired. It was written into the prequel, but the details weren't sketched yet. First, is that salutation between Kane and Abel. Two striking events in the book makes it rise above the forgettable dreck of its generation. Maybe it was the eighties, and like John Le Carre and Stephen King, the author simply had to lay a thick book. Some of the blandest chapters reside in the spine of The Prodigal Daughter. Pretty uneven effort from Jeffrey Archer with this sequel to Kane and Abel.

The Prodigal Daughter by Jeffrey Archer