First line: “The Earl of October drove into my life in a pale blue Holden which had seen better days, and danger and death tagged along for the ride.” Last time, when I reviewed Nerve, I said “I think this might be my favourite Dick Francis book.” Which is why...
Nerve was good, about jockeys, Francis' books got a little tedious in later years because they were always written in first person and diversified a lot from horse racing which was his expertise. I didn't like For Kicks as much.