I’ve heard so much about this series, and was starting to get a bit embarrassed about never having read a Jack Reacher novel. Killing Floor isn’t my usual kind of read, not by a mile, but I’m glad I picked it up, and I can see why these are so popular.
It’s a testosterone-fuelled, action-packed, gun-toting rampage of a book, and there’s not a baddie left standing at the end. Actually, there’s not much of anything left standing at the end!
In fairness, I was a long way out of my comfort zone here, but it was definitely a fun break. Reacher is a likeable, larger than life, completely impossible hero who eats bad guys for breakfast and woos purty ladies when he’s not taking on four or five heavily-armed opponents. He can deduce what school you went to and what your favourite colour is purely from the expression on your face. He’s that good!
I’m not going to lie, it does all get more than a little ridiculous…especially towards the end. The hotel thing was just a step too far for me, but it kind of doesn’t matter because it’s a really fun read either way. The pace is breakneck and there are enough twists and turns in the plot to keep you glued to the pages. It’s pure adrenalin-filled entertainment, with Hollywood written all over it. However much Reacher made me roll my eyes, I still kinda like him, and want him to moodily stalk through my hometown…so I can buy him a coffee…and wear my softest, bluest shirt…
Would I read any more of these? Yeah…probably…although not for awhile, I need to get over this one first!
And am I right in thinking that there’s a film of this with Tom Cruise as Reacher? Cruise? Whose idea was that?! Whoever it was they can’t have read the book! #Headdesk