Sweet Talking Money

Harry Bingham

Average Rating 8/10 (1 Review)

Which is stronger, Truth or Money?

Passionate and naive, Cameron Wilde is the most brilliant young scientist of her generation. She believes she can change the world - until one day her career is inexplicably ruined. Bryn Hughes, a battle-hardened banker, can guess the reason why. On a snowy winter's night in Boston, an extraordinary alliance is born. He wants money, she wants truth, but first of all they have to survive. The race is on: one tiny company at war against a hundred billion dollars.

'Breathless tension… I was hooked.'

'Compulsively readable and absolutely un-put-downable.'

'A fast-moving story of greed and redemption.'

'A thrilling grown-up fairy tale.'

Review by Chrissi (010302) Rating (8/10)

Review by Chrissi
Rating 8/10
I picked this up from the Works (a bookshop) on a damp day when I had really bad toothache and I started reading it on my way home from college. I picked it up because it was on the three for two pounds table and I needed a third to go with two Shaun Hutsons. I am glad I did.

It reads like a Robin Cook, small people with great discovery take on large pharmaceutical giant, for huge stakes. The discovery is an interesting one, rather than giving people drugs which treat the symptoms of disease, they treat the body in a way to specifically fight the disease. Of course, in the global market, companies make more money from people with problems than they would if they cured them but you have heard me rant on about this before.

Sweet Talking Money is about a genius doctor and a man who finances her project, initially as a way of getting rich but then because he falls for her. A bit cheesy, but integral to the story nevertheless. We have espionage and other shenanigans, but all very well put together. It took my mind off my toothache for a few hours, which has to be a good thing. ( I am sitting here now, having had the thing out this morning, so I am just as bloody miserable now, my jaw was pulled and pushed and I have spent the day unable to talk (not like me at all) and feeling that I was drooling - how is that for an image?)
Chrissi (1st March 2002)