Seldom do I get 50% into a book before I decide I am no longer interested. This is one of those.

Hundreds of miles south of the Mediterranean in Libya, the British archeologist Susan Tayler is searching for the tomb of an Egyptian family. Rumors has it that in that general area in the Sahara desert, there was a meteorite that fell many thousands of years ago, before even the pyramids were built. It eventually made it into folklore. Chance would have it that Susan finds just that meteorite in the tomb and tries to take it home to England with her to hand it over to the ESA or NASA.

The book tells the story how she and her bodyguard O’Connor are finding the meteorite. They are promptly ambushed by Boco Haram terrorists, escape, and make their way through the Sahara in an old Jeep with the alien artifact wrapped in a blanket.

It’s a neat idea, but there are so many plot holes, the thing just does not make sense. If you are really an archeologist, why would you take it upon yourself to haul an artifact of such significance through a hostile and terrorist-ridden desert, through many strange countries, just to hand it to NASA? Why would you not just call them in on the coordinates and extract the thing with all the power of the western nations combined? But it was not only that, it was the inane dialog, the stupid things these supposedly bright and super-hero people were constantly doing, that just finally got to me and I put the book down at 50%.

As always when I don’t finish reading a book, I refrain from rating it.