I’m pleased that someone has said this. His books may be okay (I’ve not read one) but the endless Netflix dramatisations make my brain seep out of my ears.
Malcolm Wilson
I watched all eight hours of Harlan Coben’s new Netflix show and my brain turned to soup
The latest adaptation of one of the literary supervillain’s bestsellers is packed to the rafters with nonsense. DNA swapping! Swiss orphans! Mad accents! It’s irredeemably awful, writes Adam White, and also... completely irresistible?
