Another miss, unfortunately.
It seems that the first book will be the best one in this series (in fact, I haven’t really enjoyed the three sequels I’ve read) but I love the characters, and I am still holding out (possibly naive) hope that there will be another great instalment.
The difference is this:
The Trail to Chacha Muchos was vibrant with descriptions of the jungles in Peru, the perspective of a native tribe, fun word-play, an eccentric villain and a genuinely intriguing mystery.
It seemed real! The jokes landed and the humour was warm.
The following novels have all been too out-there, with Atlantis and Greek gods and (while they sound good put like that) too many things that are too unrealistic. Statues come to life, etc., magic and fantasy.
To me, history is exciting enough without all the fantastical things the author has thought up, and Cairo Jim is an archaeologist, not a Tom Cruise action-adventure hero.
*sigh*
I’ll keep reading, because I have most of the books, and they’re only short, but I seem to be fighting a losing battle here.