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Book Review: Persuader

   Hey, everyone. I recently finished an excellent book. I read it in paperback, having bought it in a used bookstore for a couple of dollars. The title is Persuader, as the observant people among you have already surmised. It is written by Lee Child. I rate this book as that rare 5 stars out of 5. Here's the recipe.
     The hero is Jack Reacher. Jack spent 10 years in the Army, as a cop. When he tired of it, he decided to travel around and see what life had to offer, without an address, a car or a job. When you are a drifter, you can get into some odd situations, as I could attest. Jack is in Boston when he sees a glimpse of a man that he had believed to be dead. In fact, Jack himself had supposedly killed the man called Quinn. Quinn had killed one of Reacher's subordinates, back in the day. He was an arms dealer, drug smuggler and a bad dude.
     In order to find and hopefully kill Quinn, Reacher agrees to help a Drug Enforcement lady and her team. He gets a job with a criminal named Beck, who is affiliated with Quinn. Beck owns an old mansion on the ocean, up in Maine. One of Agent Duffy's people is a captive at the estate. Jack must find and rescue her and hopefully save his own skin.
     That could be a problem. There is a 7 foot tall giant who guards the gatehouse. He is freaked out on steroids and likes to abuse Beck's wife and grown son. Though a virtual prisoner, Jack must brave the fierce ocean currents to swim to liberty and find Quinn. Plus, he has to kill the enormous Paulie.
      This book, like all the Reacher books (a series) is all about action and adventure. This is one of the two or three best series of books available by living authors. James Lee Burke's series about Louisiana cop Dave Robicheaux is about as good. If you are looking for two new writers, here you go.
    By the way. All you gamers out there that are playing the game called Bladeslinger? In chapter 2, if you get stuck, walking around, look for the store with the doors that are swinging back and forth, open and closed. When they blow open, tap them and they will allow you inside. Kill the two monsters within, then go on with your life.
    Congratulations to the Falcons on their win today.
From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.
P.S. Special thanks to Carley for figuring out how to advance on Chapter 2 of Bladeslinger. Puzzlers are good at that stuff.
    

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