I bought and read in 2 sittings, The murder of King Tut by James Patterson and Martin Dugard. Now, this book has to be the strangest concoction I've ever read. It's set in 3 eras, the era of Tut, the 1920's when Howard Carter finally found the tomb, and current day with James Patterson exercising some literary wankers cramp where he spouts on about his 'femme fatal wife', his joy at the opportunity to write about the death of Tut, and Alex Cross (a character in many of his novels, novels that I don't happen to read. Ever). The relationship of this to the death of Tut? Well, that's another mystery. I've got no idea why he needs conversations with his publisher and his ogling at his wife to segue among descriptions of his home office and golf games at equally pretentious name dropping private courses. He speaks of how he and this Martin Dugard researched Carter's notes and other things to reach the 'really likely conclusion' that Tut was murdered, not dead by mere freak chariot accident. It's not really 'proved' in the story, and the ancient Egypt sections of the book are written as pure literary fiction. Overall, it could have been a truly fantastic book on what is known and what Carter found, or equally, a fantastic fictional story based on some known truths. I thought it was neither, and a poor attempt to be god only knows what, really. I did devour it though, and am hugely interested in all things ancient Egyptian. I guess it is what you get when you cross a ham writer with textbook topics.