I was severely addicted to Jeffrey Archer’s books at one point in my life. It all started with Kane & Abel. I was so obsessed with the story and its characters. In fact, I still do. It’s worthy to be named one of the best modern classic. Its sequel A Prodigal Daughter and Shall We Tell the President (the revised version) were a thrill to read but not as magnificent as Kane and Abel. I had read his other books like A Matter of Hornor, As the Crows Fly, Honor Among Thieves and False Impression.
After some time, I lost in touch with his books and got addicted to other writers’ books. One day I found one of Archer’s book I haven’t read at a bookstore and bought it without reading the synopsis. I read it in so keenly and in half way of the book, I realised something is not right. I did some research and found out it is the fourth book from an ongoing chronicles at that time. I stubbornly finished the book and continue the book 5 and 6 then went back to book 1 through 3. Luckily, I only had to wait two months for the last instalment of the brilliant Clifton Chronicles.
His short stories are equally compelling to read as his novels. I had read A Twist in the Tale, Cat O’Nine Tales and Tell Tale. His witty and occasionally humorous narrative are too darn good that I finished those short stories collections in one sit.
The last time I read a book by Archer was last year. Head You Win has an interesting storyline yet I found it a tad prosaic. I dare not to say my reading habit outgrew his writing. Don’t get me wrong, I still believe he is a genius writer but I don’t feel like picking up his old books like I used to. Except one. Of all books by Archer, Kane & Abel is epitome of goodness for me. I’d pick it again.