This is the latest installment in the epic adventures of the private investigator, Charlie Parker, the one whom evil fears. Before I get to the review I just have to get somethings off my chest. The whole premise of this book (allegedly, according to its jacket) is that Charlie Parker is hired to find a mysterious plane wreck out in the boonie nether regions of Maine. His ulterior motive (besides finding it and securing it before the wrong people do) is that the wreckage contains a manuscript that lists the names of those who have sold their soul to the devil. Charlie wants to find the list because he's afraid his name is on it. Um. If you sold your soul, don't you think you'd know it? I'm pretty sure I'd recall making that transaction. As I'm reading along (and obsessing about why wouldn't Charlie remember selling his soul, if indeed it was sold, and if not, then why would his name be on that list?) a question occurs to me: does John Connolly h...
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