Book Review: The Travelers by Chris Pavone

25731543Title: The Travelers

Author: Chris Pavone

Genre: Fiction, Thriller, Mystery, Suspense, Espionage

Publisher: Crown

Published: March 8, 2015

Page Amount: 281 pages

Blurb From Goodreads: It’s 3:00am. Do you know where your husband is? Meet Will Rhodes: travel writer, recently married, barely solvent, his idealism rapidly giving way to disillusionment and the worry that he’s living the wrong life. Then one night, on assignment for the award-winning Travelers magazine in the wine region of Argentina, a beautiful woman makes him an offer he can’t refuse. Soon Will’s bad choices—and dark secrets—take him across Europe, from a chateau in Bordeaux to a midnight raid on a Paris mansion, from a dive bar in Dublin to a mega-yacht in the Mediterranean and an isolated cabin perched on the rugged cliffs of Iceland. As he’s drawn further into a tangled web of international intrigue, it becomes clear that nothing about Will Rhodes was ever ordinary, that the network of deception ensnaring him is part of an immense and deadly conspiracy with terrifying global implications—and that the people closest to him may pose the greatest threat of all. It’s 3:00am. Your husband has just become a spy.

Why Read: It’s hard to say why we do or why we don’t read certain thrillers compared to others. This was not one of those books. I picked up the Travelers through a friend that works at Random House, and if she’s recommending it to me – then it’s almost a sure thing that I’m going to enjoy it. Not to mention… it’s Chris Pavone (who I didn’t realize was a favorite of mine until I looked at the other books he’s written and realized I’ve read all of them).

Review: Confession time, I’m a junkie for anything espionage thriller. The Travelers hit all of the ticks in my checklist without even trying. Blackmailed character forced into espionage. Check. Diverging points of view that are not explained and do not become clear until the end of the book. Check. Martial Struggles. Not necessary, but still warrants a strong check. This book is seriously good, and we share any sort of reading taste, I’d recommend you check it out.

The writing style keeps you on your toes and I found myself reading it at night, on the train, and at breakfast alone at a cafe. While it’s not necessarily the next Love in the Time of Cholera, the style is light-hearted and witty – and FRAUGHT with dry humor (the best kind). Will, the main character, is an absolute riot – despite his attempts to not be. There’s nothing inherently funny in how he reacts to each situation, but I found myself sympathizing with him. His handler and wife may be the two supporting characters, but I found myself at times more interested in how they would react to the newest challenge, rather than Will.

Things moved quickly, and part of what made the book so enjoyable was how it read like a series of events one after another (like they would in real life). Surely there’s a name for this kind of stylized writing, but as of yet, they have not named correctly paced fictional writing. Point taken, the Travelers takes the cake in that regard.

At times, someone ought to pinch me and remind me that thrillers do not represent real-life events. Especially when I come across books like this, I have difficulty reconciling how the world works in thrillers with how I know it slowly turns in real life. If only things could be so easily solved and heart-poundingly exciting! If that gives you an idea of how this book works and try to keep up – this is where you should start.

Rating: 4/5 Stars

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