(Bantam Press, $34.99)It was a dreary day, wet and cold, and there was nothing else to do – really – but climb into bed with Jack Reacher. Not that there’s anything wrong with the Ginger but he was at work and besides, Jack Reacher is six foot five, dirty blonde hair, ice blue eyes: you’d be mad not to climb into bed with him.
The fact that Jack Reacher is actually a character in a book, rather than flesh and blood between the sheets, is not anywhere near the impediment you might imagine. In fact, it works out very well. You get all the warmth and comfort of having a strong handsome man in the house with none of the angry-husband-bursting- through-the-door type stuff. of course, if he was a real man and your husband did burst through the door, Jack would come out on top. All he needs to do is throw his 150kg weight at someone, or two someones, and they topple like nine pins. It’s sort of what he’s famous for.
I confess I am new to Jack and there’s really no excuse. Gone Tomorrow is the 13th book in which he features, but luckily for me, author Lee Child says there will be seven more and I’ll be hanging out for every one of them. It’s the furthest thing from chick-lit you could find but Child writes in a way that is so alluring it is really hard to put this book down once you have picked it up.
oen want to be Jack, women just want to find the one page where he gets his shirt off. He’s strong and silent – but not too silent. He’s cool. Hugh Jackman could so play him in the movie. A former Delta force operative now out on his own, Jack Reacher owns nothing more than a toothbrush and a really big scar when he happens upon a suspected suicide bomber on a New York subway. That’s the beginning – and the end is just 440 riveting pages away.