Reading Lee Child is like using a perfectly honed, silver knife. Sharp, true and dependable. I wait for his books. I didn’t think he knew how to write a bad book.
Child knows how to wring every ounce of meaning and action out of every word. He is a true master.
Not this time.
I won’t begin to speculate as to why this one landed with such a thud. If I knew the answer to that, I’d be the guy with the well earned world wide reputation, instead of the guy writing review number 32 million to carry the reluctant message, “Where did Jack Reacher Go?”
Jack Reacher is world class smart and funny. The guy in this book came off like a bored math teacher reciting from a geometry textbook. The “girl” had all sorts of potential, but NOTHING ever happened. (If you catch my drift) the plot had something to do with snipers, the G8, friends spying on each other and a crusty old general. There was also a pill popping giant. Truth told? I didn’t really even know what was going on through a good part of this train wreck.
I really hate to deliver a bad review to Lee Child (and yeah I know he won’t read it, but I still hate doing it.)
But I am compelled to do so in the hope that it will prompt Mr. Child, one of the true masters of our time, to do what Jack Reacher would do: Get out there and win the next fight! Learn from this and make the next one better!
Cause I will be waiting there to plunk down my money and buy the next one too.