First off, change that one star I had to give to the no stars this atrocious crapfest deserves. This is truly one of the four or five worst novels I've ever tortured myself with. I still can't believe I got there, but the moment I finished the last page I literally threw the book against the wall, I felt so dissatisfied and cheated as a reader. The only thing worse than, "Oooh, I know where to find the Central American presidents in Disneyland, they must be riding the Pirates of the Caribbean," is the stupid sex change. I'd love to take two copies of this book, put them in lunch bags, set one on Mr. Cussler's doorstep and the other on his editor's, set them afire and run and hide and watch giggling as they spatter themselves in brown stomping them out. The only way to force publishers to raise their standards is to stop buying this garbage. I want my money back, along with the wasted hours of my life.