I really wanted to like this book. I'd heard about the Amanda Peabody mysteries for years and the idea of an archaeological exploration in Egypt intrigued me. It started off well enough, introducing the characters, setting up the adventure, and making me feel like I was going to settle into a good read.
But after about one hundred pages, I was wondering when the suspense was going to start. It seemed as if every time our valiant band of adventurers was about to get into serious trouble, the Father of Curses, aka Emerson, Amanda's husband, is recognized by the bad guys and the danger evaporates. Because they always escaped harm, I had no desire to get back to reading the story.
Maybe it's because I'm currently reading James Scott Bell's book on Conflict and Suspense that I'm very aware of where the conflict is or, in this case, isn't. Maybe I've become too used to the breakneck pace of thrillers. Even cozy mysteries, which are character-based and used to have much gentler openings, are much more focused on getting the murder up front and putting the sleuth in peril. Mortal peril at the end of the book when the sleuth confronts the killer.
For whatever reason, I was disappointed in this book and probably won't be reading another in this series.