I know I’m a little late to the Jack Reacher party (okay, way late), but after seeing the movie, I figured I would check out the books. And I’m glad I did.
At first I was turned off by the short, choppy sentences, but the more I read, the more it grew on me as a point of characterization. I realized the Child is a damn good writer that chose to use this as an unconventional literary device, and to good effect: it not only keeps the pages turning quickly, it makes you like Reacher’s straightforward style more and more.
Reacher is a modern knight-errant of sorts, and Killing Floor isn’t asking you to meditate on the finer points of life–it’s telling you to strap in and get ready for a heart-pounding, bloody, violent ride involving murder, beautiful women, and a conspiracy that starts in the small town of Margrave, Georgia, and stretches far beyond.
Great fun, and I’m moving onto the next in the series.