While I always love to read novels set in Greece, reading Greek Winds of Fury was a Herculean task (pun intended). This long, meandering story of an ancient statue of the goddess Hera, created on Samos in 522 BC, later pillaged by the Nazis, and lost under the caves on Samos, starts off interestingly enough. But, alas, the plot then descends into unrelated story lines that confuse and bore the reader. We encounter the ferry strike in Athens (an all too true occurence), the cruise ship transporting illegal aliens, the icy cruise director, the hearty nurses from New Zealand visiting Greece, the mysterious doctor in Turkey, the vastly wealthy but sinister Liapsis family, the curmudgeonly archaelogy professor, the gruff Greek-American single dad, etc, etc. Then of course is our intrepid heroine, Miranda Kalli, who is part Greek, has a Ph.D., works in a prestigious art gallery in Manhattan. Of course it wouldn't be Judith Gould without some sex scenes thrown in at random moments, which do not involve our heroine, but instead involve her friend back in the Hamptons. As you can see, these unrelated plot lines are confusing and really detract from the story. The best line in the whole story came at the very end, when we learn that the hunky Mike Savides (aka the Greek-American single dad) hails from "Tarpon Springs, Florida", where I happen to live. It took ages to finish this lengthy 474 pg. tome. Read it at your own peril.

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