Matthew Reilly is always good for a laugh, I've read all his books and generally love the completely shallow, one-dimensional characters, and non-stop ridiculous action. Of course Jack Wests' house is full of booby traps and hidden explosives, and of course a mag-hook is used to get him out of more than one tight spot.
I found it much harder to suspend disbelief for this book, perhaps it was the stupid callsigns for every single character. Vulture? Scimitar? Astro? Really? Or maybe it was the exponentially increasing size of each underground cavern - by the time we get to the final stone the cave will need to be the size of a continent. Or maybe it was the needless product placement - Sony Aibo, Asus laptop, Google Earth etc.
The 'to be continued...' is annoying, but I know I'll be reading the next one anyway.
2.5 stars
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