"She was quiet, thinking, for a long time, so long that he asked her what it was. And she answered, hesitantly: 'They were beginners, you mean. Two years ago, when they hatched this thing. The problem is, if they really don't have the will for this prosecutin, they're not going to come out and say that. They're going to let you say it for them. By losing.'"

The plot of the story is: Ronald Rosenthal sells weapons to the muslims in Bosnia under the wink and nod of the Clinton administration. When a reporter breaks the news of the sale, the federal government arrests and prosecutes Rosenthal to cover their a--. Citizen of both the US and Israel, Rosenthal flees to Israel, where he is regarded as a folk hero. Dee Dennis, the lead prosecutor for the gov't, realizes he had a fling with Rosenthal's daughter, and when he talks to her to see if she'll tell about it, they begin another tryst. Allison Rosenthal takes up the mantle of her namesake, Esther, to destroy the prosecutions case and set her father free.

Simply said: This book was absolutely horrid. The writing was thick and dense, with stops and starts that nearly made me carsick. The characters were shallow and unrelateable. Having never been a jet setting, ivy league, Washington insider, with a house in NY, DC, and Martha's Vineyard, I really could not care less if the world burned around them. As much as I like crime novels and intrigue, this book not only couldn't get off the ground, but it belongs 6 ft. under it.

The only good thing about this book is if there's a blizzard and you have no heat, at least "The Gun Runner's Daughter" is flammable. ( )