![]() “…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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