I don't write book reviews. I don't know how to review for shit. But when my favourite author puts out a new book, I want to shout it from the mountain tops.
Matthew Reilly doesn't have a track record for being the most highbrow writer. Nevertheless, I thoroughly enjoy his work. His books read like movies, and always includes interesting facts melded into fiction. They are entertaining, and entertainment is the reason I read. Many a time I have broken a reading-drought with a Matthew Reilly book.
The Tournament, in many ways, is a classic Matthew Reilly piece (gory deaths, knock-out competitions, a main character that uses his brain over brawn), however, it is also in many ways not classic Matthew.
For one, it's written in first person.
By a woman.
And not just any woman...
It's Queen Elizabeth I.
And really, at that point, I think I've said enough, but I feel compelled to rant on.
I'm halfway though the book, and it's entertaining as hell. It's like he's written a children's book, but for adults. The moral-of-the-story points are simple and mainstream, like his 'never give up, never say die' style in Hover Car Racer, but there are some distinctly adult notes in this book. I never thought 'Matthew Reilly' and 'Sexed it Up' were words that would ever appear in the same sentence, but here we are. Shows that minds can still be blown away.
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