Gold fever. We all know the phenomenon; an obsession, a never-ending fascination and a desperate need for more. As I read this book I experienced something similar; reading fever.
When I first began reading this book, I simply couldn’t stop. I wouldn’t stop. It wasn’t even possible. With an almost destructive greed I had to read on, to keep turning the thin pages - and when I finally reached the end, and there were no more pages to turn, I felt completely empty, saddened by the fact, that the book had run out of words.
It`s a 2 parallel stories. One about Abel Rosnovki and one about William Kane rest you read it and find out.This is one of those rare books that my mind doesn’t allow to delete it.