I still think Phillips' The Egyptologist was a great book, but I hated this one. He writes well, and his protagonist's bad luck broke my heart at the beginning of the book, but the ending infuriated me. I won't spoil it, but I was not amused that he brought me into a story and got me interested and involved in the story of this Ottoman doctor, and then … did what he did at the end. It wasn't how the story turned out – it was how the book ended.
This one's going to Half Price Books when they lift the stay at home. I won't have this on my shelf.