Was dying to read this one because it talks of his youth and the reasons behind his .. err ... evil?
Anyways, book was a bit of a disappointment. Lots of Shibumi-meets-CountofMonteCristo going on, but really the major problem was he concentrated too much on Lecter himself. See, my belief is that the reason Silence of the Lambs was such a wonderful depiction of Lecter is that, well, it wasn't! Lecter was merely something that happened in the background while Clarice went hunting for the mad butcher-guy, and that leant so much more power to the imagination to create Lecter in the image of, well, Anthony Hopkins :)
But sadly, when you focus just on Lecter and his own personal ambitions, it brings too much detail and robs the reader of the pleasure of imagining his evil-ness (evil-lity? evilfulness? what the f*@!# is the word?).
Conclusion : Cool book, but not memorable in the least.
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