Jet is very, I mean VERY different from Mr. Blake's previous novels. I know I shouldn't be amazed by this, having read all his books and come to expect the unexpected with each new release. But here I am. Amazed. Again.
Jet is an edgy action thriller featuring a smoking hot leather-clad (see The Matrix-y cover art) badass female ex-assassin , with a dash of romance and a pinch of drama. Which isn't very far from his other novels. But this time, Mr. Blake's favorite conspiracy elements take a back seat, kinda lurking in the background, and more human elements ride the shotgun, with non-stop action, of course, in the driver seat. Mr. Blake dips more deeply into human emotions than usual, and strangely enough, he does it with over-the-top action thriller about a killing machine. And the thing is, it works. It works beautifully. I happened to find out Mr. Blake abhors romance novels, especially writing one. But if he ever writes one after an accidental boink over his cranium by a stray rock or something, I'm sure people will be all over it.
One thing remains constant with all his other novels - superb writing that lets me see, smell, hear, and feel the story, detailed descriptions of exotic places I've never been and will never see in all likelihood, and his prose that read more like literary fiction than an action thriller while packing a shitload of action at the same time. Well, that's more than one thing, but you get the point, yes?