Suicide bombers are easy to spot. They give out all kinds of tell-tale signs. There are twelve things to look for. No one who has worked in law enforcement will ever forget them. New York City. The subway, two o'clock in the morning. Jack Reacher studies his fellow passengers. Four are okay. The fifth is not.
Reviewed on 16th February 2012
2009's Jack Reacher novel sees the character caught up in a plot that stretches my credulity, which begins with him identifying a woman on an underground train as a suicide bomber.
While the book maintains the usual power of captivating, I felt that aspects of the style were getting in the way of my reading. The book is chopped into very short chapters in which a lot happens, and I found that this rather frenetic pace left me wanting to take a break much more frequently than I normally would - despite all the chapters having some form of cliffhanger that made me want to keep going.
The story returns to a first person presentation, which makes sense for the plot to work, but when thought about a little doesn't really make sense. A first person narrative takes away any sense of real threat, and from knowing Reacher from reading his adventures, it doesn't seem like he's the type of person who would ever write things down. I imagine I'm not meant to have put that much thought into it.
The plot is interesting though. Much faster than the previous book in the series, though the supporting characters are still a little ill defined and in some cases the layers of deception still have me confused by the end of the book. So overall a mixed bag of feelings about this read, but I still enjoyed it.