The Watchmen, by Brian Freemantle

Only because this book was in my hands already on the airplane, my next book in my carryon bag, already stowed above me, and that I didn't want to remove my seat belt in turbulence, that I read beyond the first couple of pages.    Those pages were not well written nor well edited.    I am glad that I kept with it:  either the writing improved or my tolerance did.   It kept me occupied for much of the flight and I cheerfully left it behind for the next traveler.   I wouldn't recommend it.