I could never call this a good book. I'm probably not even going to remember it in a week. But man, is it a zippy, popcorn thriller *made* for lazy beaches and short attention spans. Did you know you can just stick random thumb drives into super secure computers at the CIA and not get caught? If you wanna steal a ton of paperwork from a secure office, just duct-tape it to your back. No one will notice your shell of dead-tree-mulch beneath your sweat shirt. It's cool.
It's a story about marriage and how much you can trust someone or shouldn't trust someone, and in the end she shouldn't trust anyone and the day is saved (???) by men I guess so like, good career woman show us your ways and all. But you're here for two CIA agents literally meeting at the Reflecting Pond in the early morning watching ducks gorge themselves on bread crumbs while side-mouthing state secrets at each other, not because you wanted hand-wringing earnest thoughts on fidelity. Right? Oh, you wanted the fidelity discussion? ...well, you can go read a different book, then; we're enjoying watching Baby Sleuthing Hour in which random desk agent sneaks into a Russian Sleeper Cell Safe House and expects everything to be sunny and every single forsaken person is a double or triple agent for Absolutely No Reason But The Plot Twists!
Hilarious, completely forgettable, and took like...four hours to read. It reminds me incredibly of Grisham's The Firm, even ending on an idyllic beach with money. Good stuff, yo. Pointless stuff, but good.