Looking at the cover and the blurb, seeing it was a book about Russia, economics and what I assumed was a good deal of politics, I wasn’t particularly interested, but I took my dad’s word for it, and brought it home. “You have to read this! It’s the craziest true story you’ll ever read!” While we were talking about it, and how funny it is that we somehow end up doing this - (I guess we have the same taste, I don’t know, maybe we’re related or something) - he asked what I was reading now, and when I said I was just looking for something new, he practically threw this book at me. The last time it happened I came back home to visit, only to realize he had just finished 61 Hours by Lee Child, a book I just read and reviewed not long ago. My father and I have a tendency to read the same books at the same time – without ever knowing about what the other is up to.
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