A book about politics, humor, and assassination of the Dalai Lama involving the CIA and the White House should have been my cup of tea. But I have to say, I cannot give a good review of the book. The lines in the book seemed funny with a zing, but they lacked substance and were hollow. The plot felt too messy and don’t get me started with characters (Bird and Angel Templeton) who were as interesting as my shoelaces. The weird thing was that they, the characters, the funny lines, and the plot were made from the right parts and I should have loved them, but I couldn’t. I think this book lacks soul, that passion and heart for the story that makes it lovable.