My favorite opening line came late in the book: "If she was a shot of cheap tequila, I was the worm at the bottom of the bottle." --The Blue Line by Ro...moreMy favorite opening line came late in the book: "If she was a shot of cheap tequila, I was the worm at the bottom of the bottle." --The Blue Line by Ronald Levitsky(less)
“The men in the tan-and-cream Chrysler came with guns blazing. When Ray Kelly woke up in the hospital, it was a month later, he was missing an eye, an...more“The men in the tan-and-cream Chrysler came with guns blazing. When Ray Kelly woke up in the hospital, it was a month later, he was missing an eye, and his father was dead. Then things started to get bad.”
I read this little fluff piece last weekend while holed up with a dame in a Reno hotel. She'd booked the room for a four-day dance festival, and she wasn't real keen on dancing alone. Problem was she had a broken toe, so she wasn't dancing much. At least on her feet. In the early hours this gal did a horizontal Hustle that would make a man swear off all other vices. I didn't see much of the sun. With nights like those, I didn't care.
It was cold in Reno, and I'm not just talking about the weather. The casinos pull in the worst-- the desperate, the needy, the lost-- addicts and junkies intent on the next score. One more spin of the wheel, one more card. Sure, there was the dancing: Salsa, Bachata, Merengue. A Latin-American trifecta of gyrating bodies and fleet feet. People moving, losing themselves in the music. But that was several floors below our little room, our little room with a view of the bleak brown hills of the desert in winter. That was for people without a care in the world. People without broken toes. This dame was escaping from something, but that toe was slowing her down. That room was as good a place as any to hide. She kept me warm and I kept her from being lonely. And that's all any two people can really ask of each other.
Sure, maybe Ray Kelly had it rough-- he lost his father, an eye, more than a month in the hospital. His brother's a sap and he learns things about his family no man should have to know. But that's just a book. A tale for soft joes who like to crack wise and think tough while safe at home, safe and out of the cold. A story for bums with time on their hands.
I lost a long weekend in a Reno hotel. I lost everything else to a broken-toed dame on the run.(less)
I haven't read all the Jack Reacher novels. I liked Bad Luck and Trouble and Gone Tomorrow, so I thought I'd try a few others. They're fun; there's ba...moreI haven't read all the Jack Reacher novels. I liked Bad Luck and Trouble and Gone Tomorrow, so I thought I'd try a few others. They're fun; there's bad-ass action, the writing is pretty good, and Child throws little tidbits of random (but usually relevant) information in the story to keep it interesting. Unfortunately, it looks like Child is starting to go the way of David Baldacci: these later books seem to be about 100 pages too long. Too much fluff. This book has 383 pages. I knew who the inside man was before page 100 (it isn't hard to figure if you're paying attention). That leaves a whole lot of reading just to see how it's all going to play out. I started skipping sections, and that's never a good sign. I'll probably try a few more of the earlier books, but if he doesn't tighten things up I'm moving on.(less)