“…her hands flat and open, her palms close to the bed, hovering, skimming a cushion of air, as if she was balancing.” Yes, all men want to be like him, all women want to… Obviously! Because: And oh, that crisp writing which seduces me every time. Night School is vintage Reacher, all tension, wits and charm. Jack knows how to trust his gut feelings, follow his instincts, analyse, predict, outsmart, wait – patiently – and strike when least expected. Recently, I had failed to follow one, and paid dearly for disobeying. And so I went back to night school with Jack and learned some valuable lessons about his rules. When the proof copies arrived in his office, one was rushed off to me. A clandestine mission expert himself, Ryno is my publicist and friend, aka Work Husband, and he knew how much I coveted Reacher #21, Night School. He has a knack for showing up when most needed. And once again Jack arrived, all in black, mattress-pressed, and ready for another clandestine rescue mission. I had been so livid that I walked around wanting to headbutt people, especially myself for being… well, not wise, to put it mildly. No melancholy insomnia, just a big fat stick of fury ready to explode, the fuse much too short.
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